"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" Lecher. None of the Greeks were lecherous, or rather they hadn't been considered as such in the glory days. Their gardens had bloomed, their women had been beautiful and the gods and goddesses had simply enjoyed everything the world they'd created had to offer. There was nothing wrong with that.
"Age has nothing to do with maturity, and they didn't dress in small pieces of nothing only to have everyone bashfully turn their heads away. They want to be looked at." A hint of derision crept into Zeus' tone. "Women are always seeking attention, appreciation and approval. Playing their little, clever games, only to cry when what they finally get what they were trying to win, isn't how they imagined it to be."