Of course!
These, the most beautiful of women - what else? A beauty contest!
A problem still remained. Who dare judge such a contest? Certainly not Demo! He shivered at the thought. The anger of the losers might well be vented on him. No, someone better qualified must decide. It had to be someone impartial, and unassailable. Someone not subject to feminine wiles.
But who?
Oddly enough, Cupid entered the throne room at that very instant.
Demo smiled.
A child! Why, of course, a child! Who could be angry at the decision of a child? And certainly a child would hardly be swayed as might an adult.
"Cupid, my lad, I have a chore for you."
Cupid listened carefully, nodded in understanding, and agreed to participate in this new game. He would indeed judge the beauty contest.
"Janus, bring on the ladies, if you please."