Aphrodite had heard some of her younger male conquests, in their early twenties, talking about a spider man, who had "spidey senses". Though she hadn't been particularly interested, they had explained without being asked: this spider man, who was in possession of these spidey senses, felt them "tingle" when danger or criminals were in the vicinity.
Initially she had dismissed the entire subject as mortal nonsense, but tonight she felt the strangest prickle up her spine just as the bartender handed her her glass of champagne. Her brain half dredged up the memory of the "spidey senses" as she swiveled on the seat... and saw her.
She was gorgeous, and just exactly what Aphrodite would choose in a companion for the evening. "Hello," she said, making her voice low and sultry. People in this age could be so very touchy about same-sex love, and she wasn't looking to make an unpleasant scene. "Has anyone ever told you how utterly stunning you are?"