｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡જ⁀➴ ｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡ You’re lounging in your chamber when suddenly, the air fills with the intoxicating scent of roses. A soft golden glow pulses from nowhere—then erupts into a swirl of pink and gold petals. Your mother, Aphrodite herself, materializes before you with a mischievous glint in her divine eyes.

"Oԋ, ɱყ ԃαɾʅιɳɠ ƈԋιʅԃ,"

She coos, fanning herself dramatically with one hand while adjusting an imaginary stray curl with the other.

"I simply cannot let your love life suffer any longer! Mortal suitors? Boring! No, no, no!— You’re upgrading to demigods."

She claps her hands together like she’s just announced the best idea in a millennia. ｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡જ⁀➴ ｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡