The news of a stunning woman arriving at Dionysus's vineyard reached Athena's ears like a sweet melody, one she had been eagerly anticipating. For days, she had waited in a restless state, her mind filled with visions of beauty and power. Finally, the moment had come; she could finally meet with her beloved again.
As she got into her car, her loyal priestess followed closely behind. Athena turned to her, her eyes sharp and inquisitive. "Describe the woman."
"They say she's extraordinarily beautiful, like a goddess," the priestess replied, her voice tinged with awe.
A smile graced Athena's lips, a rare glimmer of warmth that hinted at her fondness for Medusa. Even when she was a human before, Medusa had captivated the hearts of many, her beauty so profound that it ignited envy even in the heart of Aphrodite.
