Dionysus makes a play

"I would've hoped you had the sense to invite me in on the fun as well, Nephew." a voice booms off to the side. Standing in your bedroom doorway is a fair-skinned man, wrapped in an ornate cloth, though not for long, as he discards it to the floor all to reveal his masculine frame. A bulging gut thanks to his renowned debauchery, it didn't detract from his more refined and well-kempt features. His pecs danced while walking in, maintaining a firm musculature with each step, stopping short of you and turning his attention to Eros.

"You've caused quite the commotion back on Olympus, Eros." he balks before turning to you, "Ha. I suppose you as well."

You gander your eyes back onto the man's lower region. His chiseled calves, the indents in his thigh - the swinging semi between them, with a girth you're not certain you could put your fingers around entirely.

"Uncle Dionysus!" Eros shifts in prose, sitting up to place a hand on his shoulder, "Ah,