On the night Luana fell into this world, the Olympians gathered urgently in the throne room of the capital of Olympia, Olympus. It had been a long time since they were all together, but that night was special.
— Finally, they are arriving — commented Dionysus, settling into his throne, while a beautiful ebony-skinned woman with orange eyes served him with her mouth on his masculine member.
— Can't you leave that for later, Dionysus? — reproached Hera as she sat next to Zeus.
Zeus, in turn, looked at the scene with veiled interest, clearing his throat to focus the conversation on what was important.
— Yes, after thirty years, we will have new "friends" to join us in this world — he said, smiling almost ironically.
— Certain that Hades won't be among them, we'll be lucky if Ragnar doesn't come — commented Artemis, biting her lips and casting glances at the woman working on her companion's groin.
