"Ooh, choices choices," Ariadne grinned, hooking her arm around his waist and leading the waltz, keeping the warm pleasure of his body pressed against her as they spun their way toward one of the bedrooms, one of Dionysus' wardrobes. She found she absolutely didn't mind, redressed or not, so long as she was by his side. "You know when you stopped messaging," she said into his ear, smiling, "every possibly mischief you could be getting up to spun through my mind."
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