It had been a long time since anyone was solely focused on Methe and what she wanted, the things that made her feel good. That kind of attention was like a drug, and it hooked hard and fast. Methe wanted more of it, so when Aphrodite had sent her a message, of course she was going to come.
She'd dressed in loose, casual clothes, leaving her hair unbound, because she was in that sort of mood, and she wanted to. She arrived at the house and knocked, smoothing her hair away from her face as she waited.