Queen Otrera had arrived in Themiscyra while the sun was already sinking into the horizon.
So, now, as she rode Byron's dick, the darkness slowly crept into the room.
None of them took any notice. None of them felt a need to light the lanterns on the wall. They were all content.
It was a different story for the other girls though.
After Hippolyta took them away, they ate, refreshed themselves and rested. Then Queen Otrera's entourage decided to go and take care of their horses.
The horses were so tired. And hungry. After all, they had rode them all night and all day long, stopping only a few hours at Night Fortresses built along the way.
Every now and then, goddess Hera felt a need to spice up things in this realm, and that meant trouble.