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WHO: Aphrodite & Pygmalion
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WHERE: Pygmalion's studio
WHAT: Excuse YOU, I'm your goddess

Aphrodite, like love, could be a cruel and callous creature, especially towards those she felt didn't respect her work. There had been people over the centuries that she had blessed in some way or another and when those people turned on her Aphrodite took it very personally.

She had rewarded Pygmalion once with a beautiful woman of stone turned to flesh, yet here he was speaking ill of her. But Aphrodite was feeling kind today and she made her way to where she knew his studio was. Never before had he met her in the flesh, only heard her voice when he had once prayed and once over the journals.

But today she would grace him with her presence and make sure he remained loyal to her.

Artists were not usually her domain - although many had been in love with the idea of her - so she didn't know if his studio was alike to most of them. Aphrodite walked in as though she owned the room, because Aphrodite felt she owned every room.

"Hello, Pygmalion," she said, standing and waiting for his full attention.