A mortal venturing up Mount Olympus is careless. The goddess of Love and sex is the first to spot the unwelcomed guest. Her hair flowed like it was under water and didn't listen to gravity. Her white robes shaped to her body and flowed like the wind on a cool calm day in spring. "Your not supposed to be here. Your lucky it was Ares to find you. I suppose I could hide you from his wrath." Her voice was smooth like honey, using her charm to lure the mortal into a false feeling of safety.