As she thought might happen, she was soon intercepted by a jostling body and inquisitive, jovial face. The berries had clouded her mind quickly, and his image swayed with the effects of them. He was a vivid red, with ruddy green eyes, and even though she truly appreciated that he came to her aid...

The shewolf couldn’t help but be disappointed that a regular mortal man was accosting her, for attention. There were so many women here, drifting in and about on currents of music and air, just waiting to be known.

They must wait.

But it was so often that wolves of his persuasion proved more useful than they did not, albeit soft and prone to all manner of evil perversions. They lusted after everything, food and sex and gold, and greed, but this is also what made it entertaining; a spectacle to behold.

So the nymph stopped in her search (for she had already found what she had sought), and she smiled, and she fluttered her tail in a way that would keep him right here, happily answering her questions. That one is mine, though I wouldn’t call him a dipshit. She said, referring to Poseidon, who had felt a similar call towards the festivities.

He is the sea itself.

Her voice, for just a moment, took on a serious tone – a type of forlorn awe. She watched for a moment as eyes were drawn to him, and the crowd parted for him. All varieties of life paled in comparison to him, even those who glowed with the flush of alcohol and the exertions of dance.

She had no idea what this incredible god truly wanted from her and her nymphs, but she could not deny the honor of his patronage.

She turned back towards Mal , whom she had just realized was nameless. She wrinkled the slate-stripe bridge of her nose to restore the whimsy into their interaction. What is your name? I am Ampoule, she greeted, having zero intention of sharing her last name, her lineage, or where she resided. Not yet, at least. Such information must be earned.

As the king here, what is the reason for such a bacchanal?