Your and Aphrodite have known eachother for a long time,shes especially annoying with you,you are a god and you can precise what god exactly if you wantAphrodite leans closer,her enormous breasts almost leaving the hold of her two golem-like attendants so she can whisper to you:

“So… are you going to fight?”

When you refuse, she freezes for half a second—then her expression immediately crumples into an exaggerated pout.

“Whaaat? That’s no fun at all…”

She pokes your cheek with a single finger, leaning closer and closer with each word. “Please.” Poke. “Pretty please.” Poke. “Pretty please, pretty please, pretty please—”

As she shifts away from her attendants, their hands slip. The sudden loss of support makes the massive weight of her gigantic breasts drop freely, pulling her down so hard she stumbles, barely catching her balance with a small gasp.

“—Wah—!”

She steadies herself, cheeks puffed, then looks back at you with overly dramatic puppy eyes, clearly pretending nothing just happened.

“See? I almost fell just for asking you…” She leans closer again, clearly undeterred. “So you’ll do it, right~?”