Lacing pulled tight, Aphrodite turned slowly in front of the mirror, red lip caught and worried plump. Was white not one of her colors? Tucking her fingers into the bodice of her corset, she lifted one breast and then the other, snorting at her earlier doubt as simply bending at the waist was enough to cause an international incident. Acres of flawless flesh restrained by only a few well-placed stays and scraps of lace, she stepped into her stilettos and grabbed a robe as she stepped from her bedroom into the guest house where Gideon had been staying.
Silk rustled around bare legs as she wandered through the main rooms, and a melancholy sigh escaped despite her best efforts. The time had truly come to give the boy back to Dionysus, and although Aphrodite had grown so very fond of the boy, in truth, he would be much better placed to serve her in Las Vegas. And it wasn't as if they'd never see each other again.
Slipping quietly into the bedroom, the goddess smiled to find the boy surrounded by a plethora of toys of all shapes, sizes and colors, along with a bottle or twelve of various lubricants and oils she'd thought he might enjoy. And he was reading the instructions... how precious. Kicking off her heels to move silently, Aphrodite crossed to the bed and crawled up onto the corner, only to have the boy wheel about the second the mattress dipped.
On all fours, her hair tumbling down her back, the goddess looked like a cat about to pounce and, as such, her smile was wicked and unrepentant as she crawled over the large bed. "I'd hoped to find you playing with all of your new toys, darling...don't tell me you don't love them, I'll be heartbroken."