Vespera's words, casual and clear, struck Gidea with the force of a physical blow. The entire, incomprehensible swirl of flesh and desire in the temple suddenly resolved into a single, brutal concept.
A marketplace. A divine economy of sin.
Her own system screen, a ghostly blue rectangle in the corner of her vision, suddenly felt less like a divine gift and more like a bank statement.
...
Name: Gidea
Race: Human Female
Faith Level: 1
Points: 1000
Items: None
...
'Should I sell my body for points?' she thought. The question was so profane that it made her dizzy.
'And what would I even buy? The Sanctum of Transformation... a bigger ass? A new hair color? It feels... so transactional. So... dirty.'
It was the last word that made her pause. Dirty. She was already dirtied, wasn't she? Transformed against her will, craving acts she'd once condemned. What was one more layer of filth compared to the stain on her very soul?
As she wrestled with this, Vespera watched her with an unreadable, purple-eyed gaze. Then, the dark elf's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.
"You're thinking about it," Vespera purred. "Good. A new thought is better than a paralyzed fear. But let's get your mind off points for a moment. I have a proposal for you, Gidea."
"A proposal?" Gidea tensed, clutching the empty goblet like a shield.
"An offer. Of friendship. And perhaps, mutual profit," Vespera said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're new. You're overwhelmed. You need a guide, someone to show you the ropes without taking advantage of your... inexperience."
"And why would you help me?" Gidea asked, suspicion warring with a desperate need for an anchor.
"Because, my lovely lost lamb," Vespera leaned closer, her scent of night-blooming flowers and something metallic filling Gidea's senses, "I'm horny. And you, with that 'innocent-but-screaming-for-it' aura and a body crafted for sin, are the most interesting thing to walk in here in weeks. I want to..."
Vespera paused, her gaze traveling down Gidea's body, lingering on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips.
"...have sex with you. To be your first temple partner. And I'm willing to pay for the privilege."
The directness stole the air from Gidea's lungs. Pay her? For sex? Am I a prostitute now?
The thought was both insulting and bizarrely reassuring. It wasn't forced. It was a choice. A transaction.
"But... why me? You could have anyone," Gidea gestured vaguely at the sprawling orgy. "That woman who drank your... you. She seemed... eager."
"Eager, yes. But predictable. She is a known quantity," Vespera explained. "You... you are a mystery. A high-quality, unopened bottle."
Before Gidea could protest, Vespera's finger tapped her system. A new notification blinked into existence in Gidea's vision.
[Vespera has sent you a Party Invitation.]
"So, here is my offer. A simple scene, in a private room. No pain, unless you find you like it. No complicated kinks. Just two bodies exploring each other. I will pay you one hundred points for your company and your participation."
One hundred points. Just for... sex. The amount was staggering compared to the ten points the other woman received for being a human toilet.
"But before that," Vespera continued, her smile widening, "let's go have something to eat. My treat."
She stood, holding out a hand. Gidea stared at it, then up at Vespera's face. The dark elf's expression was open, patient.
"Eat?" Gidea was confused. The fire in her core was all she could focus on. Food seemed irrelevant.
"A full belly and a clear head make for better lovers," Vespera winked. "Consider it part of the payment. A good host always feeds her guests."
Slowly, hesitantly, Gidea reached out and took Vespera's hand. The dark elf's grip was firm, her skin cool against Gidea's own feverish flesh.
"Okay," she whispered, the word barely audible. She even forgot her previous hatred for the non-humans.
"Good choice," Vespera said, pulling her to her feet.
Gidea rose, her legs feeling steadier than before. She still felt utterly exposed, every curve and orifice on display as Vespera wrapped a casual arm around her waist, not forgetting to 'accidentally' squeeze her plump ass, guiding her towards one of the grand hallways branching off from the main chamber.
"Don't hunch," Vespera murmured into her ear as they walked. "Shoulders back. Chest out. You have magnificent breasts. Let them announce your presence."
"!!!" Gidea's face burned.
"You make it sound so easy."
"It becomes easy," Vespera corrected. "Confidence isn't something you're born with. It's a habit."
She tried to walk the way Vespera wanted—shoulders back, chest out—but the motion only made her breasts sway more, and with Vespera's hand remaining firmly anchored on her hip, her long, slender fingers occasionally slid lower to press into the plush flesh of Gidea's cheek as they walked. Every casual squeeze was an agonizing reminder of her nakedness, yet made her cunt clench with a dark, shameful thrill.
'Am I really doing this? Allowing this dark elf to guide me, to touch me, to lead me to a meal before she... pays to fuck me?'
By the fact that she agreed to a meal, she had already agreed to more. Gidea didn't just realize that she was slowly falling into this place's rhythm.
And by the time she snapped back to her senses, it would be too late.
'Fuck... I'm still a man!!!' she shouted in her mind, but the thought was weak, drowned out by the throb of her own body.
"You're still thinking too loud," Vespera murmured, guiding her toward a wide archway that smelled of roasted meat, sweet oils, and exotic spices. "I can practically hear the old knight screaming inside that pretty head of yours."
"How do you—" Gidea's step faltered.
"I don't. Not really." Vespera's fingers tightened briefly on her hip. "But that rigid spine under all the soft new flesh? That careful way you still try not to look at cocks swinging past? It tells its own story."
Vespera smiled, a slow, sharp thing.
"I like the story. Makes me want to write the next chapter myself."
They stepped into a long, low-lit dining alcove. Cushioned benches lined both walls. Low tables held trays of food that glowed faintly under the orbs: glistening fruits cut open to show seed-filled centers, skewers of spiced meat still steaming, bowls of thick cream, and crystal decanters of the same lavender nectar.
Dozens of women—and a few men—lounged there, eating, drinking, and talking softly. Some were alone. Others were in pairs or small groups. A woman with horns was feeding her futa partner slices of mango directly from her lips, licking away the sweet juice. Nearby, a slender woman knelt on the floor, her head resting on the thigh of another who calmly stroked her hair as she ate.
No one paid them special attention. That somehow made it worse.
Vespera steered Gidea to an empty stretch of bench and sat first, spreading her lean thighs with easy confidence. Her half-soft cock rested against one thigh, still shiny from the earlier "toilet." She patted the space beside her.
"Sit. And this time, don't curl up like a frightened rabbit. Knees apart. Let the air kiss that pretty cunt of yours. It's already wet enough to leave a mark on the velvet."
Gidea's face burned, but she obeyed. The act of deliberately exposing herself on the plush bench was a fresh, quiet humiliation. She felt the cool air on her slick folds and had to suppress a shudder. She kept her eyes on the nearest tray of food so she wouldn't have to watch Vespera's cock twitch with interest.
Vespera selected a skewer of dark meat and held it out.
"Open." Her tone was not suggestive; it was a command.
Gidea hesitated only a second before parting her lips. Vespera pushed the piece of meat into her mouth. The flavor exploded on her tongue—spiced, smoky, impossibly tender. It slid down her throat like liquid heat.
"Ah~" A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it.
"Good girl," Vespera said, the words casual, almost bored, yet they landed like a caress. She took a bite herself, then offered the next. "See? Simple. Body needs fuel. Especially a body still adjusting to new… proportions."
"You can tell?" Gidea swallowed hard. Even now, the taste of the meat still coated her lips.
"Saw it before." Vespera licked a drop of juice from her own lower lip. "Morgana's work, I assume. She does love her... Art."
"!!!"
The name hit Gidea like cold water. She froze with the next bite halfway to her mouth.
"Don't look so surprised," Vespera said, plucking a purple fruit from another bowl. She squeezed it between her fingers. Thick, pearly juice dripped down her knuckles and onto the stone floor. "Only Morgana, the messenger of the goddess, has the ability to 'craft' a body like that. The way your skin flushes just so, the perfect, sensitive swell of those tits, the untouched tightness of your cunt still clinging to its recent creation."
She gently tapped three times on a silver cup.
"She promised me an audience with the goddess, but so far I have been waiting for weeks now." She then looked at Gidea. "And here I found you, a brand new doll. Fresh from her divine workshop."
Gidea's thoughts were in chaos. Her 'Master' and the 'Goddess' shared the same name. Since the fact that a divine being cannot walk the land of mortals, it must be that her master is a 'messenger'.
Or a vessel the goddess uses?
She had no way of knowing.
"Hmm?" Gidea's thoughts were interrupted by a woman with tanned skin, who approached their table.
She didn't say anything and simply grabbed the big empty golden goblet placed in the center of their table and brought it near her legs.
"What?!!" Gidea's eyes widened as she watched the woman piss into the goblet, her stream steady and unashamed. The sound of liquid hitting metal was shockingly loud in the alcove.
Gidea was about to jump and punch the woman for such audacity.
"Easy, Gidea." Vespera's voice was calm, a hand resting on her thigh to keep her seated. "That's one of our Drink-Maidens. They used the Sanctum of Transformation to change their bodies to produce... different kinds of 'juice'."
"Changed their bodies?" Gidea narrowed her eyes and saw that the liquid in the goblet was indeed not normal golden piss. It had a faint dark red color and a sweet, wine-like aroma.
"Some can produce sweet cream from their breasts, or oil from their skin. She specializes in... vintage." Vespera lifted the goblet the woman had filled, swirling its contents. "It's a rare vintage, too. Fermented for a week inside her. Very smooth."
Before Gidea could process this, a futa from a nearby table raised a lazy hand. The Drink-Maiden, without a word, turned and carried the freshly filled goblet over to her. She took it, sniffed it appreciatively, and then drank deeply.
"See? Points for her, a drink for him," Vespera explained. "It's a service. A craft. Just like being a toilet, or a 'bed-warmer'. Everyone finds their niche."
Gidea's mind, already a battlefield of lust and shame, was now a landscape of pure bewilderment. Everything she thought she knew about bodies, about service, about dignity, was being systematically dismantled and rebuilt into a logic she couldn't fathom.
'Her body produces wine... from her bladder... and she sells it.'
Gidea stopped thinking altogether and sat back, focusing on the food.
'Maybe I can find my own niche?...'