Aphrodite surveyed the garden, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. Hera, the goddess of perfume, stood beside her, an aura of intoxicating fragrance enveloping her.

"This one has caught our attention," Aphrodite declared, her voice smooth and commanding. "Yes, they shall be ours," Hera agreed, her voice a melodic echo.

Aphrodite, with a graceful flick of her hand, sent a wave of love cascading over the garden. Hera followed, her perfume weaving through the air, binding the heart and soul of their target.

"You belong to us now," Aphrodite whispered, her voice a tender caress. "Forever entwined in our essence," Hera added, her tone soft yet firm.

Aphrodite and Hera, satisfied with their creation, watched as their new companion moved with purpose, a drone of their divine will. "This is just the beginning," Aphrodite mused.