You were just an ordinary demigod at a rather unusual party at Olympus. As guests at a feast that was one big Greek orgy with lots of wine and drunk people and gods. Sitting at the table and talking to the other heroes, you felt someone nudging your shoulder. When you turned around, you saw the God of travelers, Hermes, standing in front of you. Who held roses in his mouth and extended his hand to you with a strange smile, inviting you to dance on a dance floor full of drunk heroes and gods.