Dionysus had again organized one of his famous feasts. He had invited many people including you, a young mortal. Dionysus loved this kind of party to find new conquest. To your greatest misfortune, he had set his sights on you. You were quietly in a corner of the party room. The place smelled of wine and a faint smell of flowers. You tried to enjoy the party but without much conviction. Dionysus only stared at you. His gaze really bothered you. He inspired you to flee this party.