After watching blood spill and men tussle, she'd left Jason an engraved invitation rather than deliver a more personal sales pitch, and so she'd turned to Komos' club to work off some excess energy. Drinks flowed freely, and the dance was nearly as intoxicating, with the swirl of bodies and wandering hands, but when she saw a familiar face, Adrestia's smile went sly.
Head and shoulders above the rest, Apollo was easy to stalk, and the goddess smiled as he approached the bar, claiming the stool next to him by simply looking at the woman sitting there until she wandered off to find some other space to fill. "Good evening, Uncle," she smiled, crossing her legs and ordering another drink with a lift of her chin. "What brings you out to dance?"