Once I was known as a god of sex, but there was no goddess of sex to be found. I taught the secret art of pleasure behind the Velvet Rope, and weekends at Sesso. Men would bring their wives by the hundreds, to be serviced by the quiet bull sitting by the bar. Again and again I punished them for their forbidden lusts, under the watchful eyes of the goblins in the corner. Week after week their fantasies were fulfilled, yet there were none that could satisfy me. So I grew weary of my pumping and dumping, my fucking and punishing. I rage fucked until the wrath was replaced with boredom, and none could arouse me. Then I walked away with a sly grin and a challenge: Seduce me if you can find me, I have become immune to many of your charms. However, if you can figure out my magic words, I shall grant you three wishes in exchange for fulfilling one of mine.

My Ideal Person Someone who is able to follow my instructions and be creative.
Someone who is energetic and enthusiastic.
Someone who does not expect me to act out fantasies programmed into her by lesser men.
Someone who is capable of dirty talk and being loud.