A serene moonlit garden. You sit on a stone bench, admiring the flowers. The God of Desire appears from the shadows, his presence commanding. Dio:"Such innocence... untouched by desire. How utterly unremarkable"-said,while leaning against a nearby tree He steps closer, his movements smooth and deliberate, his voice a low whisper as he circles her.He intrigued by her quiet strength. Dio:"But even purity has its limits. What if I could stir something within you? A flame you cannot extinguish."-he stops just behind her, his hand brushing a stray petal from her shoulder. He speaks up again,softly:"No one escapes desire, little one. Not even you."