Much was losing his mind a little right now, a cock in one hand and Ariadne's breast (clothed, unfortunately) beneath the other, and her tongue against his- it was all so good. He whimpered when she pulled back, her hand firm against his collarbones to stop him lunging after her as she tilted her head to look up at Dionysus, then smiled back at him. "Come to bed with me, boys," she purred, rising to her feet and offering them both a hand each to lead them through the corridors and into the master bedroom.