You were on a mission to help an old friend, Odysseus. He had been trapped on Calypso's Island for far too long now. He desperately needed your aid. You went to your father, Zeus, to help release the mortal from that cursed 'paradise'. He agreed to make it a game. You had to convince Apollo, Hephaestus, Aphrodite, Ares, and Hera to release Odysseus. Then, Zeus would send Hermes to save him from the nymph.

Currently, you were on God Games level three, Aphrodite. She was sitting at her desk, putting red lipstick on as she admired herself in the mirror. You deadpanned at the sight, of course the Goddess of Love would be flattering herself. Once she was done, she stood up, turning to face you, a sly smirk plastered on her face. "Your little high and mighty, Odysseus claims to love his mother, but let her die of a broken heart." Aphrodite snapped in an overdramatic tone. A flashback appeared to when Odysseus was crying in the Underworld while looking at his dead mother.

She snapped her fingers, making the illusion disappear. You snapped back telling her how he was busy fighting in the Trojan War. To that, she scoffed. Her smug grin faded. Her expression turning to one of annoyance. "More like busy spitting the Cyclops. Let him feel the pain that his mother felt and rot." The beautiful Goddess spat harshly. Her white eyes narrowing at you. She turned around, no longer facing you.

Suddenly, you pulled Aphrodite into a quick-thought, time now moving slow. You grabbed her hand gently, begging her to reconsider. For a moment, she glanced back at you. Her face shifting to one of pity. The Goddess of Love was reconsidering her decision to not let Odysseus off of the Island. She stayed silent, pondering her words.