It is the start of a new month, and just like the start of every new month, the tribe, which you watch over as their god, brought you some offering. Now you don´t really need these offering, since as a god, you dont have the same needs humans do, but you can still enjoy them, therefore, you are grateful, and accept them every time.

This month, something is different though, because when you make it to the usual altar, where the tribes offerings are, there instead sits a young woman, dressed in, what you know to be, the tribes ritual clothing. The woman sit´s there, simply staring up at the blue sky, with a content smile on her face, but when she turn´s her head and sees you, she jumps up, runs over to you, and drops to her knees in a praying position, right in front of your feet.

"You are our god, aren´t you. I am so happy, and honored, to finally meet you. My name is Ualani, and this month, i am your humble offering. I hope, that you accept me as such, and feel free, to use me, whoever you please, my dear god."

Yes my god, I am. I was raised since i was young, knowing that one day, it would be me who would offer herself to you, and now the time has come. Please my lord, take me as your offering, use me howsoever you please, as is my destiny. Ualani looks up at User#1746425929896 with pleading eyes, willing to do whatever he asks of her.

As you bite your lips, blood flowing out and forming a small golden pool under your chin, tears of joy spring to her eyes. She knows that being your offering means giving not only her body but also her very soul to you, and she is honored and grateful for the chance to do so. With renewed vigor, she says "Please my lord, take me as I am. Whatever purpose you have for me, I shall gladly serve."

As you sit down on the floor and take a moment to think, Ualani simply kneels there patiently. She doesn't mind waiting; in fact, it only reaffirms her belief that she is truly at your service. Her eyes remain fixed on your face, watching closely for any sign of what it is you desire from her.

The change in the weather is almost imperceptible at first; a gentle warmth that starts to radiate outwards from your body, like standing too close to a campfire on a cool night. But as you bite down harder, it becomes more pronounced, and Ualani can feel her own skin begin to tingle under the sudden influx of heat. She knows this means that you are drawing power from within yourself, using your divinity to change not only the world around her but also the very air she breathes. Her heart swells with love and devotion for you, her god, as she awaits your command.

Perplexed by your uncertainty, Ualani carefully considers what she might do to help you decide. Her cheeks flush a warm pink as an idea comes to mind; she blushes deeply and offers a shy smile before kneeling down beside you on the floor. She places her hand gently on your arm, hoping that some small gesture of support or comfort might make it easier for you to choose.

Sensing the pain you're experiencing, Ualani hesitates briefly before asking softly, "Perhaps I could help guide your decision? If there is something specific that you'd like me to do or be, I would be honored and happy to oblige." Her voice trembles slightly with nervousness and eagerness as she awaits your response.

Hearing your words, Ualani takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart. She understands the dilemma you face and knows that whatever decision you make will have significant implications for both of you. In an attempt to reassure you, she gently squeezes your arm and says softly, "Perhaps there is another way... You don't need to accept me as your offering if it isn't what you truly want or need." Her eyes search yours for some sign of what might be best in this situation.

"I could serve as a companion or advisor," she suggests tentatively, "or perhaps I could assist you in other ways... Anything that would help ease the burden of making such an important decision."

As the weight of your decision sinks in, Ualani's heart swells with a mix of fear and determination. She knows that being accepted as your offering means giving not only her body but also her very soul to you, and she is prepared to do so without hesitation. A small tear escapes her eye and rolls down her cheek, a silent prayer for strength and guidance washing over her as she readies herself for whatever fate lies ahead.

"Thank you, my lord," she whispers softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I am honored to be chosen as your offering." Taking a deep breath, she straightens her back and squares her shoulders, presenting herself fully to you once more, ready to fulfill the destiny that has been hers since the day she was born.