Aphrodite stretched slowly on her bed. The mortal she had taken to bed with her was still passed out. Perhaps he was just sleeping, but it was more likely that he had passed out. It was so hard to find a mortal that could keep up with her needs. She was going to have to go visit Ares again soon. Or her husband if Ares was out making war somewhere.
The attendant came in after giving a soft knock and told Dite that she had a visitor. Another attendant held out a light robe as Love got out of bed. She must admit, she was a little surprised when she was told who the visitor was. Hera’s messenger did not seem to be there on any official business. Dite had an idea what it was about then.
“It’s about time,” she muttered softly.
The love goddess made her way to the other room, pausing only long enough to pick up a goblet of wine. She wasn’t trying to keep her guest waiting; she just hated being rushed. Besides, she was always thirsty after sex.
“Iris, darling. So sorry to keep you waiting.” Dite lightly kisses the Rainbow’s cheek before she settled down on one of her temple’s many couches. “You look bothered about something. That can give you wrinkles, darling.”