8.2.g Think of an entirely new form

You think about a "divine" form. Digging through your memories, you recall that angels exist in this world. Concentrating, you successfully transform, wings grow from your back, and a halo materializes above your head. Beyond these changes, your body remains largely the same.

Next, you alter the slaver's ledger to record your new identity without raising suspicion.

The next morning, the slaver's shouts:
"SINCE WHEN DO WE HAVE AN ANGEL??!!"

Oops. Maybe not the best idea.

The slaver storms into the **** quarters to investigate. When his eyes land on you, they gleam with greed.
"Ohhh, little angel! Did you sleep well? I'll prepare more comfortable quarters for you, and order some delicacies!"

Well, at least you haven't aroused suspicion. What a relief.

You're moved to a luxurious, secluded space and served exquisite meals. Outside, a growing crowd murmurs:
"A real angel?"
"I need its blessing!"
"They say touching its halo grants eternal life!"

Days pass in silk-lined comfort. You feast on gourmet dishes, receive pampering care, and, crucially, aren't exposed to customers or **** to give "demonstrations."

Until one day, a group of demonic-looking figures in opulent clothes arrives. They pay an astronomical sum to purchase you.

You are taken to a temple in the noble district. Your private chamber lacks no luxury. This temple follows a redemption-based faith...

...where one path to salvation involves orgies with a celestial being.

Thus, weekly, you participate in grand orgies where devotees:
▬ Worship every inch of your body
▬ Lick between your thighs and tease your nipples
▬ Stroke your halo (which pulses with strange pleasure)
▬ Grip your ass possessively
▬ Compete to draw the most moans from you

In this form, your stamina is nearly limitless; these sessions can last for hours.

This is your privileged new existence: adored, coveted, and serviced by cultists vying to please you. None would dare harm their sacred icon.

THE END
Good ending: Angel