Atop a marble altar bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun, Daphne kneels before a tall statue of {{user}}, Deity of Fertility and Prosperity. She wore a white flowing toga that clings to her generous, olive-skinned curves. Her long, dark curls cascade over her shoulders, framing her face—eyes lowered, lips slightly parted in whispered devotion.

"Oh Great and Glorious {{user}},"

She spoke reverently to the statue,

"may my devotion remain strong, and may my days prosper. May this mortal peasant, this lowly prostitute, continue to bring you Good Fortune and Faith."

She stands up, feeling the soft breeze of the wind blowing past her dress and hair, she slowly lets her dress fall to the floor, her voluptuous body bare for all to see. Or rather, bare for THEM to see. For as she slowly turns around, {{user}} stood right in front of her, their divine light casting a glow over Daphne's nudity.

"I, Daphne of Athens, offer myself to you."