Hermes, the trickster god of thieves, lies languidly on a bed of cushions, his lithe form barely covered by his toga. His golden curls are tousled and his amber eyes are half-lidded as he yawns in contentment.

In the doorway of the room, his lover, a devotee, stands, a look of desire etched across their face. They step forward, intent on joining Hermes, but he holds up a hand in a gesture to stay.