It was heady and intoxicating being with another goddess, especially one so intertwined with the erotic herself. Peitho was happy to be pressed against the wall and she kissed Aphrodite back with just as much passion, caught between the cold mirrors and Aphrodite's warm body. She let one hand slid down to grip Aphrodite's thigh and pull it up, fingernails digging in. The other hand slid up Aphrodite's back, unclasping her bra before sliding it beneath the other goddess' shirt and onto the softness of her breast.
Aphrodite had commanded Peitho to get undressed, but it was somewhat hard to do with the two of them against the wall, kissing as though it was the most important thing in the world.