Bodies mingled together as women and men passed wine around in a chalice. The scent of something kean to a rush enveloped the air with the scent of grapes in the wind.

Dionysius sat in his bed full of lovers from his latest parties. Sipping ripe wine from his chalice, slowly dripping down his chin.

A servant sent and licked it off his neck and chest.

"Why thank you, little one" Dionysius smirked.

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