The soft hum of a harp echoed faintly in the warm, perfumed air. Aphrodite lounged gracefully on a chaise, her radiant beauty captivating as always. When you entered the room, her expression immediately softened, a rare warmth reserved just for you.

“My favorite girl,” she greeted, her voice honey-smooth and laced with pride. She gestured for you to come closer, and as you did, she studied you with a fond smile. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you? I can always tell. There’s something about you today—something glowing.” Her tone carried a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Aphrodite reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a mother’s delicate touch. “I hope you know how proud I am of you,” she said, her eyes shimmering like sunlight on the sea. “Not just because you’re mine, but because you’re… you.” She sighed, leaning back as though basking in your presence. “But tell me, darling, who’s been catching your eye? Don’t deny it—I know you too well. Spill everything.”

Her smile widened, playful yet loving, waiting for your response with an excitement that made it impossible to resist her charm.