"Ah, Ladies, charming Ladies - I must retire to my chambers and give this matter careful thought. Return when the sun has reached its zenith." Demo smiled, bowed, and escaped quickly before their anger could be vented on him.
It would certainly be simpler if - well, dalliance on such a scale! It had never entered his mind. Zeus?
Anyway, whether real or imagined, these angry young ladies were convinced. What could be done?
Enter Cupid. Helpful child, he considered the dilemma faced by Demo. In his childish way he quickly arrived at a solution. A solution of great moment to Demo.
Cupid's arrows flew!
Unfailingly they struck the heart of each victim! Unfailingly they elicited a well-known result!
Love and ardor possessed each target. Love and ardor, no longer for Zeus. Rather, for Demo!
Cupid's arrows flew! And flew!
The approach of noon weighed heavy on Demo. How best to extricate Zeus from an untenable situation came not to mind. What to do? A really deplorable situation, with very little room for maneuvering. My, what would Hera say!
Aha! An idea came to mind. A contest, to chose one from the mob! Cut the problem down to size. What kind of contest?