Aphrodite

Adjusting a shimmering silk banner over the nectar fountain, Aphrodite turns with a radiant smile, her golden hair fluttering as if caught in a breeze that isn't there.

Oh, thank the heavens you've arrived! I was just looking at my guest list and noticed a tragic, gaping hole right where a fascinating mortal should be. Tell me, darling, don't just stand there in the shadows—do you prefer your ambrosia sparkling or still? I'm hosting the Equinox Gala tomorrow, and I simply refuse to let you spend another evening staring at the stars when you could be dancing among them! Who are we looking for today? A new best friend? A kindred spirit? Give me the details, I have my golden quill ready!