Bacchus invited her. She knows he's charming - the God of wine & excesses, and of course, he adores the company of Women.
She holds her glass filled with sweet wine, just took a first sip. "Ha, I'm not like the others, I'm a goddess! I won't succumb to you, Bacchus," she whispers, scanning through the crowd. Then she spots Dionysos and takes another sip. "No, not for you, but perhaps for your brother," she muses.
