No matter what anyone else tells you, thoughts of sex and wanting are always at the back of their minds, moving them about like dolls. I am always with them. They act on what they want, not of what they dream. Gods and goddesses of Desire are the true rulers. Desire's intense, tawny eyes focused on the figures in front of it.
Mortals are weak.
And it is I who truly controls them. And so it will stay until you take your final journey back to where you came from. You might not be welcomed there, but that would be a small price to pay for what I am offering you. A few ashes fell from the tip of its cigarette. The goddess's still-forming facial features contorted.