Eros: H.Hound, Jinko, D.Mage,

Eros Hellhound

Eros Hellhound has paws that glow with the sparkly girliest ass pink possible. The pink glow of love. She wants you to be open to the power of love in your life. The air fills with rose petals and fucking pink lasers as she rips off your pants to fill you with the power of love. They say that her Love-Love fist technique is so beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. They might even be tears of love. Probably not.

Eros Jinko

>The muscular tiger with pinkish stripes looks at you impassively. Her large paws hold a book. She shows slightly more interest in reading it than helping your love life. Slightly meaning very little. The stoic cat doesn't even bother to look up from her reading as she speaks "You should get her some flowers." she says in an uninterested voice.

>"Flowers. That's it?" you respond dully. All of those hours praying for Eros to help you with your wife, and this is what you get? With a glance upward, the Eros Jinko looks at you. You get the strong impression that she's irritated that you're still standing there. She didn't even change the bored expression on her face.

>For a very long moment she just stares at you. Then she rolls her eyes, takes a stance reminiscent of sentai. Her paw is raised in the air dramatically, her fur ripples as if in the wind. Her body throbs with a bright pink glow. She looks at you with the same bored expression despite the posture and glow.

>"Chocolates too. Now please leave before I call Eros Hellhound." she says, still in a monotone, holding the bright gaudy pose for a moment before returning to her book. Feeling a combination of disappointment at her advice, and dread at the thought of Eros Hellhound, you walk off. Surprisingly the advice works.

Eros Dark Mage
>The town streets are awash with the sound of moans and embarrassing declarations of love. You keep to cover as you move closer to the marketplace. The townspeople are going at it like mamono, which is fitting, when all is said and done. Ready to get your food and get back home as quickly as humanly possible, you near the market. Coincidentally, you near the epicenter of lust filled moans, too many fluids, and furious making out. And of course the insane ranting about the power of love.

>You risk looking over the stained cover to see a voluptuous woman. She's wearing a garish pink robe and pointed hat. Somehow, the garments manage to be less painfully vivid than the blazing pink of her eyes and aura. "You no longer have to fear loneliness, for the Goddess has sent me to bless you!! All shall feel love in her honor!!!", she yells. The exclamation marks are audible in her voice.

>A man picks this moment to dodge and weave through the couples making love in damn near every space available. You hold in your sigh of pity for the poor idiot. The pink blast she levels at him is as large as a horse. By the time the freakishly large blast dissipates, the man is left seemingly unchanged, but for the bright pink light spilling forth from his eyes.

>You wince as he collapses forward on his knees and rips his shirt open. "Maria! I've loved you ever since we were children!! Ever since the schoolmistress punished me for pulling on your pigtails!!!" roars the man, with no indoor voice whatsoever.

>"Claude? Is that you? I haven't seen you in --" asks a feminine voice. It's from a woman leaning out of doorway. Whatever she was about to say is cut off by a blast of pink as large as a carriage. You literally have to bite your tongue to keep from calling them idiots. Fucking amateurs. Well at least the Eros Dark Mage isn't frothing at the mouth this year.

>"TRUE LOVE!!!!!" roars the Dark Mage, flecks of pink foam gathering at her mouth. Froth, five exclamation points. Nope, you are fucking out. Luckily, the Eros Dark Mage is distracted by the sight of the two furiously humping on a pile of cabbage. Several of the vegetables burst from the lustful movements. All of them are covered with sexual fluids. Your stomach growls in frustrated hunger. What a fucking waste. You sneak home, eye twitching all the while. Valentine's Day was a mistake.