The pearl

The sky was still dark, but a subtle glow of white was peeking through its deep blue canvas. The wind was slowly decreasing its pace, and the cold of the night had dropped by a notch. In district E3, the music and laughter were heard high through the streets. The gods were drunk in pleasure and wine. 

Free gods invited the customers into their shops with enticing smiles, beautiful to a point where a human would fall on their knees in worship at the sight. But they were all gods here, letting themselves loose in each other's beauty, ignoring the weight of their jobs in the dark of the night. 

For it was a time that tasked gods were free from their tasks, soldiers changed shifts, guarding the many gates, and the higher gods indulged their money in the more raw pleasures that during the day they were too ashamed to subscribe to. They were gods, after all. Everyone had an image to maintain that came along with their statuses.