What ever you don't trust Gods.
Zeus was a man whore sleeping with just about everyone in many different forms. Horse, goose, it didn’t matter to him as long as he could fornicate. Hades was an asshole, always trying to take over Olympus. But the one you really have to look out for, the one you should far, FAR away from is Venus. She seems cool being the Goddess of love and all but she’s a total bitch. She’s conniving and a liar and completely untrustworthy. You think she’s you friend lures you in with empty promises and false hopes. Once she’s got you in her trap. BOOM, life ruined. FOREVER!
I had a nice life before I met her. I admit I was a bit of a party girl but when you’re an orphan abandoned by your parents in front of a brothel, you’re bound to have something psychologically wrong with you. The girls took me in and did the best they could. I was never sold to turn tricks. I was always hidden away from prying eyes, at least during business hours. I learned a lot though, living with the girls. Anything you need to stay alive, picking pockets, picking locks and I learned how to get a man to do my bidding without sleeping with him.
When I met Venus I was at a party, no surprise there. I was 22 and the mistress of a Governor. He paid for everything for me. The apartment I stayed in, clothes, and I didn't really have to sleep with him all that often. Only when his wife was gone which wasn't often ( I heard she was a bit of a dominatrix). Anyway, I was at this party when Venus approached me. I’m not one to go for women but there was something about her. Everyone stared at her, really. She had this aura about her. You really couldn't look away.
It was on that frightful day that I Beatrice Merriweather become Venus's little bitch.