Eutostea, the third princess of Thebes, is visited by the mysterious guest calling himself the God Apollo in bed. In pitch-black darkness, only an outline of him said, “I have come to share a one-night love with you. Once the night passes, you will not remember me, nor shall we meet ever again.” Soon, the three princesses band together to reveal his face while he is sleeping. But the candlewax melts off the tip of the candle in Eutostea’s hand and falls on the god’s shoulder. Apollo wakes, grabs the second princess, declaring, “Princess of Thebes, admire to your heart’s content. ‘Tis the face of the mere shell you sought so dearly.”

“You think I’m asking you to drink something poisonous? No, I’m offering you the most delicious wine in the world, but you’re refusing it? How come?”


Dionysus asked her in a crying tone with his eyes stained with bewilderment. Eutostea’s mind wasn’t declining at his appearance. Everywhere she looked around had people fallen asleep, except her. The god before her eyes was the one who created that scene. But spontaneously drink the wine that he was giving her? No matter how much she thought about it, it wasn’t a good plan. 


“It's just a one-day festival for us. After all, we’re here to take a short break, and tomorrow, we have to leave for Delphi. At least I should keep my sanity so that the offerings can arrive straight at the destination.”


“My wine doesn’t give any hangover. The drunk people right now will all wake up with fresh minds tomorrow. Well, they will, of course, not remember anything about what happened today.”


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