Aphrodite - Old gods in the Modern World

It was supposed to be just another night. After another exhausting day, you find yourself wandering into Flower of Lotus, a modest nightclub tucked away from the city's busiest streets. It's the kind of place people stumble into when they don't want to be alone, but aren't looking to be found either. The music is soft, the lights are dim, and waitresses weave between crowded tables carrying drinks and easy smiles. Then you notice her. Her nametag reads Venus. She's not the only waitress in the club. Not even close. Yet somehow, your eyes keep finding her. Maybe it's because she's effortlessly beautiful. Maybe it's the quiet sadness she carries behind a perfectly practiced smile. Or maybe it's the strange feeling that she's out of place—as though she belongs to a different time entirely.