King Acrisius of Argos loved his daughter Danae dearly, therefore he was absolutely horrified when a knowledgeable soothsayer predicted that her son would kill him. Although he wanted to deny this telling of the future, he knew that the soothsayer had never been wrong, and that to ignore the warning would be to ignore the Gods. Sadly, he decided that he must keep his daughter from ever bearing him a grandchild.
Unfortunately Danae was beautiful beyond reckoning as she grew older, sweet-faced and figured with a wealth of golden hair that fell to her feet, glinting in the sunlight. When she was 14 her father knew that he must give up his daughter, keep her safe from the men and boys that she was already drawing with her sweet smiles. So he locked her in a tower, had his men smelt the doors shut so that no one could go in or out. There was only one small window on the tower, large enough for her to lift a small basket of food and no more... there was no chance that anyone could ever fit through the window to woo the unlucky maid.
Then, one day, at the sweet age of 18, Danae stood at her window with the sun glinting on her hair, singing sweetly despite her unhappy existence. Her sad, but beautiful song, reached the ears of a God.
Zeus looked down and saw the beautiful maiden, her sad face surrounded by glowing hair as she looked out the window. His heart went out to her beauty and her loneliness... and fortunately for him, Hera was away on other business for awhile.
That night, in the darkness, the mighty god fell to earth in the form of a golden shower, mimicking the golden shower of her hair. As misty cloud he trickled in through the window, the mist forming into the shape of a man that strode forth and pulled the covers away from her maiden body. Danae slept naked.
With a groan of lust, the mist fell upon her, not very heavy, but wrapping her body in exquisite pleasure that made her moan in her sleep. It tickled her nipples to hardness, dewey drops of moisture gathering between her thighs as she began to wake. Phantom lips nuzzled at her neck, and wispy hands cupped her breasts.
Danae awoke with a start, afraid and uncertain of what was happening, while at the same time feeling unspeakable pleasure.
"Who is it?!" she cried, frightened by the golden mist that looked like a man.
The head-shape leaned toward her and she cowered in fear as it said, "I am the god Zeus... I have heard your song and come to comfort you..."