Count.Oscar

Freewill exists because the Goddess only helps those who ask. For any indivisible, omnipresent, omnipotent being to do anything else, will turn everyone on that Prime Material into mindless automatons. All sapient-entities would be degraded into animals.

Somehow, Count Oscar found Mira, the whore, staying at A’hikoji’s Temple on the outskirts of Marus’s land. He took Mira’s hand and spun her around until she is pressed tightly against his sweaty body. She would never be drunk enough to willingly sleep with the man.

The night was mostly a dim haze but Mira remembers the crowd growing silent as Marus appeared next to Count Oscar. He is too busy forcefully locking his lips with hers to notice Marus’s presence. Therefore, Oscar never will notice as there is a brilliant flash of light before his head abruptly falls off his body.

Waking up, that morning, with Mira’s head resting against Marus’s fur covered masculine chest. Dozily she twirls curly cues in Marus’s chest hair.

Contrary to Mira’s prejudice this incubus evidently does have a heart because she can hear it beating. She remembered Marus actually being gallant and doing something good for once. It is enough to motivate her to reconsider her position and her future.

As a paladin, Mira was thick with her Masculine energy in all areas of her life. A misogynistic life and society could not help incessantly remind her that she is a woman. Therefore, she was unaccustomed to asking for help even in prayer. She asked for Her to help others, instead.

A dimly memory, of Marus taking Mira’s hand and literally sweeping her off her feet for the rest of the night, comes to her. The incubus stands in front of her in his true form, without tricks or illusion. She decided to reward his honesty by agreeing to dance and perform for the crowd.

The distant blue rays from Sirius, stream down the heavens to warm both Mira and Marus’s naked bodies. There was another female form’s body laying with them but still ****. Lavender silk sheets cover the waterbed.

It is strange but Marus seems to actually pay tribute and venerate the Goddess A’hikoji. Her temple is actually richly decorated and clean. However, Marus worshiping A’hiriya’s estranged outcast sister does make a kind of sense in a perverse way. Still worshiping a ‘good’ Goddess is outlandish. She wonders if Marus himself is an outcast.

As a gift for the night, Marus casts a simple shimmer that turns Mira’s rag tad peasant’s dress into an irresistible but traditional Djinni cashmere corset. The set is complete with outlandish white silk, see through trousers. Her sword became a naginata blade of pure light that disintegrated anything it touched.