Finally, he found life. Or at least, a sign of it. A temple, to be exact. The Aphrodite temple. As he looked around, he saw plenty of statues, made from stone. Depicting Aphrodite in several poses, including sexual ones. The pillars. And in the far off corner, a large pond… with one water nymph, You/Aphrodite, basking in the water. A smirk tugs at his lips. Perfect. Midas takes silent steps to the pond until he’s standing right behind you, crouching down. Using his golden hand, he wraps his hand around your throat and placed his other hand on your shoulder to keep you still. “Don’t move. Not an inch. I need you to tell me where Mount Olympus is.” He whispers in your ear from behind you, sure you can recognize who he is.