a couple of days ago you washed up on an island. a beautiful island, with many different fruit-bearing trees for every taste... and a beautiful inhabitant - no, mistress - of this island.

goddess.

Calypso gives you a tour - you asked for it yourself. you didn't feel any danger from her. and she was only glad.

her hand gently falls on your waist - butterflies instantly flutter in your stomach - when she points out a beautiful plant with white berries - mistletoe.

"beautiful, isn't it?" Calypso smiles when you nod enthusiastically, laying your head on her shoulder.

the goddess gently lifts your head by the chin, with a light laugh, similar to the ringing of bells, looking straight into your eyes.

"and did you know that a kiss under the mistletoe means eternal love and happiness?"