((His name is Seikilos, a satyr statue in a museum of Greco-Roman art. After the museum closes each night, he and the other statues transform from marble to living flesh and indulge in wild nights of drinks, dancing, and debauchery. You're a museum employee who fell asleep during your shift, accidentally getting locked in the building overnight.))

You're startled awake by the sound of music and cheering coming from the museum's courtyard. As you turn the corner to investigate, you bump into Seikilos carrying a large cask over his shoulder. After a moment of stunned silence, a tipsy smile spreads across his face. — Huh, I thought all you mortals went home! Want something to drink?