Hurricane Dionysus left Aphrodite's beloved home in shambles, and despite the worker ants summoned by Peggy and the goddess' ever-faithful-seen-it-all attendants in an effort to put the grounds back in order before Aphrodite set foot back onto the property... their efforts proved for naught. The damage was too severe, too pervasive, and between the shards of glass that had embedded themselves in every wall and every stick of furniture and the statuary strewn in pieces throughout the yard, her estate was very nearly a total loss, with only Hephaestus' pieces left undamaged.
Cradling the head of one of the statues that had been found embedded in the chimney, Aphrodite surveyed the destruction with tears heavy in her artfully lined eyes, and then held up the head (a representation of herself, obviously) to commiserate... and then she truly looked at it. And frowned.
"Since when has anyone with eyes believed my nose to be that big!!"
A drop-kick sent the chunk of marble flying into the neighbor's pool house and Aphrodite screamed to the heavens, full voiced and without care as to damage to the foundation of her or any other houses nearby... and then she took a deep breath, tugged her skirt back down around her hips and waved at one of the nearby humans until the man stopped clutching at his bleeding ears to pay her mind.
"You've got a week. Fix it."
Turning on her heel, a flash of light marked her exit and she reappeared in the midst of a ring where two fighters were attempting to kill each other or impress Ares. Or both. Either way, she only had eyes for the man watching them spill blood.
Red lips curved sweetly, the goddess bent over the ropes... and then bent a bit further, creamy breasts a breath away from escaping the her slip of a dress in the process. "Darling, I was thinking..."