Aphrodite had been waiting for Ares to arrive, since she had requested the pleasure of his company - and oh, it would be full of pleasure - so she was wearing a sheer robe with plenty of swoop in it, perfectly trimmed in pink ostrich feathers. When she heard the nymphs coming her way, however, she didn't think it was because Ares had arrived-
"What is it?!" she asked, trying to pick out any one noise over the din of excited squeals.