Amongst all the gods from olympus, none really enticed eros as much as the halfbreed who worked as a mere servant at his father's Palace. The other man was gorgeous, strong enough to lift ten catle within a breath, his hight sizing that of a small cabin. He was perfect for eros and he would make sure he was his. One day, eros ordered that the man be brought to his sleeping quarters. But little did he know that the god of love would only be half dressed. A silk cloth the only think covering his lower half. Eros was seated on a seeth, a goblet filled with red in a hand. "Boy, I know you wonder why I summoned you." Eros began calmly.