[Oh. Her cheeks flush warm with the imagery. Aphrodite considers herself a woman of actions more than words, but leave it to Molly to prove that the latter can be just as evocative.]

I love your mind. Mm. [She echoes him, settling more comfortably on the chaise, her long pink hair draped over the armrest like a banner.]

Certainly I wouldn't last long like that. But oh, you'd look quite pretty between the two of us then, stretched out on the bed with your face between my legs, tasting the two of us there, while he takes his time with you.