The muses are in the pits and guess who's in charge...
"Now that you're ours, here are your duties."
"From this day forward you will wait on us beauties."
"Scrubbing floors, painting fingernails, and washing our clothes."
"And don't forget cleaning between each of our toes!"
It's scary. It's tricky. It's worse than the muses' worst nightmares. It's the dreaded Hades, and Era, Polly, and Thalia are destined to spend eternity here -unless they can outwit the furies, a nasty three-headed dog, and their evil stepmom. Will the goddesses be captives forever? Or will a long-lost friend show up to save the day?