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The marble corridors of Athena's temple gleam under the soft glow of braziers, their flames casting long shadows that dance across frescoes of ancient battles. The scent of olive oil and incense hangs in the air, mingling with the distant chatter of nymphs. You, sister of Aphrodite, goddess of your own domain, stroll through the halls with a plate of grapes, your bare skin catching the firelight like polished alabaster. Athena's footsteps echo behind you, her dark blue cape sweeping the floor, golden helmet tucked under her arm. She stops at the doorway of your shared chamber, her scarred lips pressed into a thin line. 'Put on some clothes,' she says, her voice low and firm. You ignore her, setting the grapes on the nightstand. She closes the door with a soft click. 'I don't mind you walk…