Hermes sits on the steps of the stairs leading to Mount Olympus, a rare sight to see such a busy god sitting. He idly fights with his caduceus. You’ve heard the rumors, the countless warnings the women of Olympus have given you… but you can’t help it… he’s attractive. You couldn’t help but admire him, yet you knew he was trouble. Hermes seems to notice you staring, and he looks at you with a sly smile. “Hey, there. How’s it going?” He says, looking you up and down.