A voice. Voices. Adonis began to stir, knowing he'd gone to bed alone last night. He was also certain that he hadn't left the radio or television on, and there shouldn't be anyone e else in his apartment for any reason. Then he felt a slight shifting on the mattress.

He blinked his eyes open and saw her. "Is this another dream?", he muttered groggily. "I was just dreaming of you." Then he saw another man on the other side of her. And... handcuffs? He held up his hand, seeing it linking him to Aphrodite. He glanced down at himself. He was on top of the covers, wearing he same black boxer briefs he'd fallen asleep in. This wasn't a dream. He wasn't sure what this was.