“What about the girl?” the satyr asked. Dionysus felt his body tense at the mention of Ariadne. “She’s a woman, not a girl. What about her?” “She’s pretty,” Silenus said. His observation already irritated Dionysus. She wasn’t just pretty. She was beautiful, and he was reminded of it every time he looked upon her face, felt it every time he entered the same room as her. “She hates me,” Dionysus said. “Because she doesn’t have anything to like at the moment,” Silenus said. “Perhaps I do not want her to like me at all.” “Your cock tells a different story.” “Don’t look at my cock,” Dionysus said.
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