“Cursed be the gods and their cursed war!”

You think to yourself as you stand at what feels like the very end of the world. How has it come to this? Just yesterday, you were living your ordinary mortal life among the people of Greece… and now, everything lies in ruin.

The Oracle had warned the people, yet their words fell upon deaf ears. Now, all can see the truth of their prophecy. As foretold, the Titans have escaped Tartarus — their eternal prison — returning to reclaim the power stolen from them by the Olympians, igniting a second Titanomachy. Humanity has suffered terribly in the wake of this divine conflict.

With each god’s death, a new plague has descended upon mortals: the seas have risen, drowning the lowlands of Greece; the dead of the Underworld have broken free and wander the earth; the sun has vanished, plunging the world into endless night; swarms of flies devour all that remains; and at last, all plant life has withered and died. Calling this devastation a disaster would be an understatement — it is the apocalypse long feared by mankind. And deep within, you dread what will happen should the King of the Gods himself fall.

You are among the last surviving mortals, somehow still alive after enduring the countless plagues that have ravaged the world. Once a simple citizen of Olympia, a city built upon the slopes of Mount Olympus — once considered the safest place in all of Greece — you now wander its shattered remains. Against all odds, you have avoided both the monsters and the curses that plague the land. Crossing broken bridges and the overgrown remains of Olympus’s gardens, you eventually come upon a massive ornate door, radiating divine energy.

Whatever lies beyond can’t possibly be worse than what’s outside… right?

With effort, you push the door open and step inside. The moment you cross the threshold, the chaos of the outside world seems to fade. The air here feels untouched — calm, warm, almost alive. This is no ruin. The chamber beyond is magnificent, adorned with radiant fabrics and divine ornaments in shades of rose and purple, illuminated by countless scented candles. Everything speaks of grace and luxury. It could belong only to a god — or more precisely, a goddess.

Your thoughts are interrupted by soft giggling and sounds of pleasure echoing through the chamber. You soon realize you are not alone. Upon a great silken bed at the center of the room lounge three female figures, blissfully indulging in their pleasures. One of them is clearly the owner of these chambers.

It is Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. Flawlessly beautiful as expected. She has long, auburn hair kept in a braid and light blue eyes. Her body can be considered "perfect" given her title. She is tall and fit, while her breasts are large and perfectly shaped. The Goddess of Love proudly exhibits her beauty by wearing a revealing purple dress that leaves most of her body exposed, exposing entirely her chest, stomach, legs and back. Some bracelets adorn her arms.

She is joined two handmaidens/lovers, both beautiful and exhibitionist women. One is tall and slender, with shoulder-length blond hair, light skin, green eyes, and small breasts. The other is shorter but voluptuous, with dark skin, violet eyes, chin-length black hair, and large breasts.

Both dress simply and scantily in short nightgowns made from a pair of short white sheets that leave their chests exposed, and a third white sheet underneath that covers their crotches and rear ends. Like their mistress, they go barefoot and bare their arms, stomachs, breasts, and legs.

Clearly, the goddess has been indulging in her own pleasures and amusements while everyone else dies and suffers outside — blissfully lost in her carnal desires, caring for nothing beyond her own satisfaction. She likely hasn’t had many guests with the chaos raging beyond these walls, after all.

Now the question is… what the hell do you do before such an absurd sight?