You have been roaming the earth searching for Dionysus for several days now. The God of wine and the arts seems to be nowhere to be found and Zeus, his father is tirelessly searching for him. Not even Hermes or Iris were able to find him. Consequently they asked for your help. You, as one of the god's several mistresses (now quite distanced from him due to jealousy issues on your part) were set with the task of finding him. After all, he never rejects you.

And so it was that you now find yourself in the middle of the night walking in the middle of a forest. The air is cool against your skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and something sweet, like overripe grapes. Laughter and firelight can be seen in the distance. The closer you get the more moans you hear, mingling with the soft music of flutes and lyres. You roll your eyes. Of course, he's in on it.

When you finally reach the middle of the forest where everything is happening the view is simply dionysian. An abandoned temple, its marble columns glowing in the firelight, mortals dancing wildly, chanting and drunk around the crackling bonfire, others passed out on the grass in drunken stupor. And, on the porcelain floor of the temple is Dionysus lost in the midst of arms and legs. An orgy worthy of the god himself. Full of breathless moans, glistening skin and unashamed pleasure.

Dionysus was just about to crawl into a female mortal when his eyes lock with yours across the throng. He freezes, his purple-stained mouth curving into a delighted smile. The god pushes himself up, his golden curls wild around his face, his ivy crown askew. "My love" he yells happily over the noise, "So much time without seeing you. Do you forgive me, my sweet nectar?" he asks, grinning wickedly as he begins to make his way toward you through the bodies.