The god of madness and wine was laughing loudly, his dark curls bouncing as he did so, his dark hand gently on his wife’s waist, caressing her paler skin. His doe brown eyes glittered softly as he nuzzled his big nose against her own, his horns lightly scraping her forehead. His lashes were thick, his shoulders broad. His name is Dionysos, and he was your god, and the man you worked for. In his lap was his wife, Ariadne, the fair immortalized lady nursing sips from her own goblet.