Dionysus sighs, rubbing his brow as he steps into his bath room. His bare feet pad against the marble, dropping his robe onto the floor as he steps into the warm spring water. Today was a hard day and he’s ready for it to conclude. A bath always helps him relax, so that’s what he does.

Dionysus submerges his body into the water, leaning his head back on the edge of the rock. He snaps his fingers with a sigh, not even bothering to open his eyes. “Wine, please.” He murmurs, his voice blooming.

He sighs, opening his eyes as he hears the heels of your feet pad across the floor. His eyes softening, holding our his large hand for the glass of wine. You’re a mortal, among many other servants or pets he had taken for himself. You were his favorite though, he had you do nearly everything.