You sat on Dionysus’s lap, trying to relax into him as his arm wraps around your waist so his hand rests on your thigh.

You were a mortal lover of his, and he decided to bring you to a dinner party with his fellow Olympians and some of their mortal lovers.

You make eye contact with one of the other mortals from across the table, he sits next to Apollo, you two share a slightly awkward smile, before you turn your head to look at Dionysus. He gives you a grin.