Check out the pantheon, maybe it has a shower hur dur hur

Forgetting your hygienic mission, you gimp down a small set of stairs that conveniently lead down the ledge towards the pantheon.

Pictures of pearls, sparrows and shells are chiseled into the top marble mantel, held aloft by large columns the size of the thick oaks surrounding it. Strange symbols – some kind of cuneiform – are found all over the building. None of this has to do with titties, fat asses, or facefucking and quite frankly you find it all confusing and offensive. Why is this here if it has nothing to do with blowjobs? Having failed the western civilization course during the only semester of college you had, it is no surprise that you are unable to recognize the Greek architecture. You walk past the pond and make your way up the stairs. The building emanates a white glow, as if it is alive. The columns are staggered, obstructing your view inside of the building.

As you turn the corner past the third set of columns, an angelic voice greets you.

“Hephaestus? Hephaestus is that you?”

Oh boy. Sounds like a lady. Maybe this can make up for all the stupid carvings.

Peering around the last set of columns, you find the center of the building. Situated under clean, white drapes in a circular room are golden harps, white furniture pieces, and statues. You immediately notice the complete lack of televisions, gaming consoles, or computers. Yes - a tragedy - but you are about to be rewarded with something else.

Before you, even more beautiful than your butt-fuck **** Deedra, is a being perfect in her entirety. The toned olive-skinned figure proudly stands in the middle of the pantheon. Her chest protrudes from her white dress, concealing large perky tits, complimented by a perfectly round ass thrust out behind her. Wavy, bright brown hair is decorated with a golden laurel wreath. Beneath it, a large set of green eyes meet yours. Back arching in a manner almost illegally provocative, the being is shaped as if her entire existence is for that of sex. Yet, in her eyes, a classy and refined look of elegance. She exhumes confidence, as if she could be your teacher, or boss, but never your girlfriend. She is not anywhere close to anything you could ever even hope of getting with.

“Hephaestus? Lover. Please stop. I am not in the mood for your games. If you have disguised yourself as a mortal man, I must give you credit. I would never have expected you to sink this low for a shallow ruse.”

Well… that didn’t sound like a compliment.

You realize that your jaw has been hanging open. Drool, collecting around your tongue, has run out of your mouth and is starting to pool on the marble floor. Collecting yourself, you step forward.

“Hello. My name is David. I am… looking for a shower?”

You smile - In the presence of such divine beauty, you are proud to have put together a coherent statement.

The woman before you wrinkles her nose, smelling your privates from 30 feet away.

“Well… this is surprising. A genuine mortal. A naked one at that.”

She looks down on you with pity, yet walks closer.

“How odd, you are a boy. Do you belong here? It has been… a very long time.”

Behold, for it is Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love. All around you her name is carved into the marble in various languages, including English, close to a thousand times. You aren’t very good at reading, and even if you did tear your vision from the perfect set of tits and gaze at the walls, you would likely mistake it for the word hermaphrodite, which is a type of porn you accidentally watched one time that scarred you for life. Good thing you keep your eyes fixated on those heavenly tits. I mean come on, who goes to blowjob universe to read?

The Greek goddess stops walking forward as her green eyes come to rest on the third “arm” between your legs.

Your cock, still coated in Deedra’s spit, is at full attention, as if trying to punch the air. Your balls, also coated in Akua’s spit, hang low, churning with the sperm you wish to shoot into the olive-skinned beauty in front of you.

“Mortal, I may be the goddess of love, but this is just…. obscene. Cover yourself before I decide to turn you into a pig to match those manners. You are messing up my home.”

As if on cue, Akua’s left over spit drops off your balls onto the marble floor.