Fantasize about the Titan

As you soak in the form of the statue, her sex just barely hidden, you see in your mind's eye the form walking towards you, coming off the statue as your surroundings transform into a lush red-colored bedroom. A bit too red, actually, but no matter. "You know it's a bit rude to fantasize about someone without letting them know." You start, knowing that you definitely did not cause the fantasy of the statue to speak just now. "No, no you didn't, sweetheart. You really should learn to shield your mind."

You ask what she means about this. "Well, it's generally pretty safe to assume that any statue of a deity in a temple which has been there for who-knows-how-many years is connected to whatever deity it's dedicated to. Because you attempted to fantasize about me in my presence paired with my being the very essence of passion itself, I was made very aware of what's going on." "Don't worry, you're not the only person who tries to fantasize about me, and you certainly won't be the last. About once a day on average I end up having this conversation with someone. Unfortunately, I'm not so easy as that to get in bed. Prove your devotion to me first, then we'll see about a reward."

"Now if you want instead gratification, there's always the statue of Hermes over there - it's no coincidence that those who have a bit of both share both his and my name. Or, perhaps you're not into men? If that's the case, you might try Freya's statue on for size, across from me. Do stay away from Zeus, though - he's not a nice man. If you do so anyways and regret it later, don't say I didn't warn you."