In a mundane village, you, a skeptic, lived a mundane life oblivious to the existence of gods and goddesses. 

One fateful night, an ethereal voice whispered your name, calling you to Olympus. Summoned to Olympus. There, Aphrodite stood.

"Welcome, mortal," she purred.

"You may not have believed in my existence, but I have chosen you as my own. Now, you shall be the object of my eternal love."