Hello there, dear friends.

What a strange new world this is, so un-refined compared to my last deific layover, but I suppose proto-humans need love too.

Now what to choose, what to choose... Wood-pecker? No, too blatant...

Ginseng!

Yes, sacrifices are not a simple matter. I attempted to receive sacrifices of love-making, thinking that the physical and emotional exertion involved would be a worthy offering for the God of Love. That idea was promptly shot down.

I could give their engines a jump-start if you catch my drift.

Even those who don't deserve forgiveness? This is how those men continue to bring the same abused women back to them... because they think the passion of the moment is the same as Good. Done right, Love can be a great and wonderful thing, Libidinal. But the way you paint it on, it seems more like a...

Aw come on now, there's no need to judge any of our fellow deities! We should wrap them in an ecstatic embrace and whisper sweet nothings to them over candlelit dinner. We should indulge ourselves in red wine and swoon into oblivion! You should know that all are forgiven in the throes of passion! So...

Come now, Nyx! Surely you can see how the sun comes at you like a playful lover. You're simply a tease, hiding away like that.

And Surya, you're never going to get any if you don't tone it down a little. Subtlety is not the Sun's strongsuit I suppose.

Virelai, you minx!

What a fabulous idea! However, the music must be of mystical origin. Any human performers would be quickly swept up in the rapture of my sermons.

Perhaps Nyx and Surya could work together to get the lighting just right...

Greetings, fellow deities! Libidinal, if any of your prostitutes find themselves with child, I will take good care of them and keep them healthy until they can return to you. Priestesses , dearie! "Prostitute" implies a monetary payment. My priestesses give love, and love is all they ask ...

Well, hello there my lovely brothers and sisters! Gorgeous day for a greeting, isn't it? I take it that would be Surya's doing; no thanks to Nyx I'm sure. Where to begin, where to begin... Ah! Should any of your followers wish to escape the drudgery of work and life, have them stop by the Brothel. T...

Madame Serena saw the last of the night’s customers to the door, patiently bidding them farewell. Already the sun was peaking over the hills, coloring the Red Light district with its golden hues, and streaming into the windows of the Acropolis’ most esteemed brothel. Serena observed the city sprawle...

Libidinal, God of Love
High Priestess: Madame Serena
Shrine: The Brothel, located in the Red Light District