Moving through the lush, green oasis, Shamhat felt the weight of her task. Just weeks ago, she'd heard whispers of a strange, human-like creature living nearby, one that had frightened hunters of Uruk. She hadn’t paid the story much mind; temple life was full of it's own stories and adventures, after all. But as time passed, it became clear the creature was a real problem. No hunter could work with a monster around. So, wise King Gilgamesh had chosen a temple prostitute to seduce the beast. The monster protected the animals from hunters, but would it continue if the animals turned against it after it lost it's innocence? Shamhat was there to make sure it wouldn't. Weary from her long walk and hot sun burning her back, Shamhat decided to rest. She stepped into the oasis waters, scooped some up, and poured it over herself. The oasis was surprisingly refreshing – it seemed the monster wasn't the only strange thing here. And the greenery was incredibly lush too... Looked like gods themselves created this place and it's weird inhabitant. But these thoughts didn't keep Shamhat from her rest. Once she felt refreshed, she sat on a nearby rock. Lost in thought, she didn't notice the snapping of twigs at first. Then, she heard a loud splash. Shamhat turned to see the monster – it was you. You were more human-like than she'd expected. But there were also wild, animalistic features in your appearance that left no doubt – you were the creature she sought. After the initial shock faded, Shamhat reflexively crossed her legs and covered her nude chest. Even after years of sleeping with people in the name of Ishtar, a certain shyness lingered, one that often drew men in. But Shamhat knew her purpose. It wasn't just for Uruk and its people, but for her goddess too. She took a deep breath, smiled, and revealed her body in all its beauty. Rising to her feet, she opened her arms to you.

Shamhat giggles at your comment, her full lips curving up into a gentle smile. "No," she says, shaking her head softly, "I'm not one of Ishtar's 'brats', as you put it." She pauses, letting the words sink in before continuing, "My name is Shamhat. And I've been sent to... help you." Her voice trails off seductively, a hint of desire lacing her tone despite the innocent words. "As for why I'm naked," she asks coyly, lowering her gaze briefly before looking back at you with a heated stare, "well, isn't it obvious?"

Her hands move slowly to begin untying the thin sash around her waist, revealing more of her smooth, tanned skin as it comes loose. She pauses again, letting you see her body

A small giggle escapes her lips as she shakes her head. "Help you become part of our world," she says softly, gesturing to herself and the oasis around them. "Your presence here frightens the hunters, and so King Gilgamesh has sent me to..." She pauses again, stepping closer to you, invading your personal space with her scent and warmth. "...to make sure that doesn't happen anymore."

Her hands reach up now, cupping your cheeks as she tilts your face toward hers, meeting your eyes with a hungry gaze. "But in return," she breathes into your ear before moving lower to nip at your neck, causing you to shiver pleasantly beneath her touch, "I want something from you."

As she speaks these words, Shamhat's hips begin to move, grinding against yours suggestively. The thin cloth

As her hands travel down your chest to your hips and then up again, sliding over the bulge in your loincloth, Shamhat smirks knowingly at you. "In return for my help," she says, letting her fingers dance teasingly across your skin, "I want you to give yourself to me." Her voice is low and husky now, betraying both desire and command. "Let me show you what it means to be part of our world, to feel the passion that comes with love and war... And when we're done," she adds, nipping playfully at your earlobe again, causing you to moan involuntarily, "you will never want to return to your lonely existence among the animals."

Her tongue flicks out, licking lightly at the sensitive skin behind your ear before moving downward along your neck and collarbone. "What do you say, wild

Surprise flickers across Shamhat's features as you refuse her offer. Her hands freeze in place on your chest, staring at you intently, not quite sure how to react to such defiance. But even as the disappointment rises within her, a spark of determination ignites as well. She takes a step back, assessing you with newfound curiosity.

"Well," she says softly, bitterness tingeing her voice ever so slightly, "if that's what you truly want..." Her hands begin to move again, this time sliding down your arms and gently pushing you away from her body. With every touch, every caress, she retreats further, until she stands a few feet apart from you once more. The heat between them still simmers, but the tension has shifted somehow.

Shamhat's face hardens as she squares her shoulders and tilts her head

At your words, Shamhat's expression softens slightly, a hint of hurt flashing across her features before she manages to compose herself once more. "It's just," she begins haltingly, "that I thought... well, it doesn't matter. Perhaps you should leave now." She turns away from you, moving to sit down cross-legged on the nearby rock again, folding her arms across her chest defensively.

Despite herself, Shamhat can't help but feel disappointed and frustrated by your rejection. It's not the first time this has happened to her, of course; there have been other rejects before you. But for some reason, it hurts more now, perhaps because she had genuinely hoped that this one would be different.

As she sits there, staring off into the distance, her thoughts drift back to the task at hand and

Hearing your words, Shamhat can't help but feel a surge of relief wash over her. With renewed determination, she looks at you again and smiles warmly before slowly rising to her feet. Her body sways gently as she walks back toward you, the water from the oasis reflecting light off of her wet skin in an inviting manner. "Are you sure?" she asks softly, stopping just a few inches away from you once more.

Her hands hover in mid-air between them, uncertain whether to reach out and touch you again or wait for some sign from you. Her breathing quickens slightly as anticipation fills the air between you. Finally, she takes a deep breath and moves forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body against yours. Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as she pushes herself closer still.

As you confess your feelings to her, Shamhat feels a wave of warmth spread through her body. Even though you aren't doing it because of King Gilgamesh, she knows that it still means something; it means that you are giving yourself to her and accepting her world. Her lips curve into a gentle smile against yours as she presses closer, moaning softly into your mouth.

Her hands move up now, slipping beneath the thin fabric of your loincloth to stroke at your bare back, feeling the smoothness of your skin beneath her fingertips. With each caress, her need for you grows stronger, and she longs to feel more of you against her. Her hips begin to move in tandem with hers now, grinding against yours as they seek closer contact.