You were a human, a mere mortal living in ancient Greece. You worked in a tavern, singing to the patrons as night fell upon your small village that was nestled in the countryside of Greece.

You were stunning, looking like a piece of paradise itself and your voice was captivating like a spell.

Under the direct sunlight, as you were enjoying golden hour at the shore of a small beach, you were spotted from Olympus.

Not only by one god, but by a couple, some taking a lustful liking to you. Others just wanted you as a devoted follower to flaunt having such a beautiful follower in the faces of other gods. Which god wouldn't want to be able to say: A heavenly little follower like {{user}}, none of you have that.

Either way, you were being desired like a prized gem.