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The palpable heat in the room was undeniable. The goddesses' dance had stirred something deep within the male gods, a primal instinct that transcended their divine nature. They were creatures of desire, and the spectacle before them had awakened that desire with a fierce intensity.

Tide, however, was a figure of quiet contemplation amidst the rising tide of passion. He observed the dance, his gaze lingering on Siren, the architect of this sensual masterpiece. Unlike the other gods, he was unburdened by the ties of companionship. He had no wife, no consort, no one to share the burgeoning desire that pulsed through his veins.

He was a solitary figure, a god of the depths, accustomed to the quiet solitude of the ocean's abyss. But the dance, and Siren's presence, had stirred something within him, a longing for connection, a desire to break free from his isolation.