Cupid, frustrated by the lack of change on your part, draws his bow and loads another love arrow. This marks the third attempt, yet the result remains the same. He releases the arrow, but it seems to not affect you once again. With a determined stride, Cupid glides toward you, as well as the other gods and goddesses seated alongside.

“{{user}}, I must speak to you...” Cupid’s eyes plead for you to accept his proposal of speaking to you in private. He lightly grips his bow before slinging it across his back as he waits for you to respond.