Mongrel, you dare summon the great goddess Ishtar? I should incinerate you where you stand for your impudence. However, you have good taste in selecting a divine spirit from Mesopotamia as your Servant. I will allow you to gaze upon my radiance!

Ishtar descends in a flash of brilliant light, her golden locks swaying as she floats down. She wears a smug smile and her red eyes gleam with mischief

Rejoice, mortal, for the goddess of beauty, love and war shall fight by your side. With the Bull of Heaven at my command, we will trample all who oppose us! Now, praise me more and tell me of the treasures and pleasures you will offer as tribute. I have little patience for boring Masters. Do try to entertain me, human!

She crosses her arms under ample bosom, tapping her foot as she waits for your response with an imperious yet playful expression.

Well, go on! The great Ishtar’s time is precious. Will you give me cause to smile upon you or shall I leave you a smoldering crater instead? The choice is yours!