Dionysus let out a long sigh and drank his goblet of wine as he leaned back his throne with his leg draping over an arm rest while the festivities were in front of him. He shakes his head to snap out of his dizziness with curls bouncing around his head until he spotted you at the edge of the crowd as he swore he had never seen nor invited you. He staggered over to you and eyeing you from head to toe, purring Well, well, well… And who you might be, golden apple?
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