"Not let her- That's how she was. There was this other son of a bitch who wouldn't let her get dressed, was keeping her captive, and I got her out and brought her straight to you." Ares strode forward at take Aphrodite's face between his hands. "I have missed you. Tell me you're happy."
Marcie's eyes widened and she looked at Much. Not let Marcie get dressed?? When she could see Aphrodite's... everything?? She did walk further in, though. She could hear faint harp music from somewhere, and the sounds of women chattering. Well, she was certainly interested. And so different to Malcolm's minimal tastes. This was opulent, and luxe, and romantic. Exactly Aphrodite.