# Chapter 14
On the other hand, Dionysus called in his muses who stepped back for a while. He told them he was thirsty and had them pour him wine in the golden cup. Eutostea, who was lying face down on the grapevine carpet in exhaustion, once again refused him asking her, ‘You want to drink too?’ When she sobered down, her rational mind began to discuss what had happened just now. However, her answer was, again, concluded with the words, ‘It's no use crying over spilled milk.’
“You said, you are going to think about where to stay once the celebration is over.”
Dionysus asked her sweetly, putting his arm around her shoulders.
“What about being my priestess? I have my temple near the river Pactolus. No one comes there, so it’s left unattended in loneliness. If you manage the space, it will be a fit place for you. No one is going to break in since it's my area; there’s no shortage of food and wine, too.”
