I look at everything my goddess has prepared for me with keen interest, trying to control the happiness in my chest. I don't know why, but these rewards that my goddess plans for me make me feel like a child. Even the excitement feels that way throughout my body. I'm a mature man who gets excited inside like a kid over the details planned by my goddess.
Even though I'm looking at everything with keen interest. Even though I'm detailing the bathtub full of chocolate without saying a word to her, and even though I'm looking at the bottle of Aphrodite next to two glasses on the surface of a small table, as well as the tray with a small brush and two stones, I don't show her the great curiosity I'm experiencing with all this.
Never in my life have I used chocolate as therapy. Usually, and wh
