Follow your rescuer

You quietly leave with the elf who set you free, making your way out of the jail undetected. Not a guard was to be found; with all of the moaning you can hear through the halls, you ascertain why. You could have held a parade out of there and nobody would have noticed. Once outside the walls of the jail, the two of you are in the clear, though still not a word is spoken as you walk behind her. Many a curious eye fixate on the two of you as you walk through the darkened streets of the city. Well, mostly her, you suspect. You navigate through the winding streets, to a crowded row of apartments. You are lead to the highest floor, into a tiny room of little consequence and spartan features. The one piece of art is especially noteworthy; a piece of woodwork in the same shape as the pendant to Veserae on your neck.

"Please, sit" as she points to the single chair in the space. You do as you are asked, and your newfound acquaintance stands by the door, hands clasped in front of her. "You've had quite the busy day, I suspect"

"Who are you?" You ask "And how did you find me?"

"News travels fast, especially when an ordinarily lax magistrate starts making mass arrests of a group of prostitutes who are being too cavalier with the application of their trade. That, and a small act of faith." She said with a wink and small smile "I am Stravaria, and I am much like you. Someone who left the forests of home to find herself, and found much more than I anticipated."

"You mean the Goddess Veserae?" She bowed as an affirmative.
"Yes, although unlike you, I didn't find her by killing goblins in search of treasure and adventure." Her tone seems slightly and oddly condescending.

"Would you rather I had not helped lead the humans to clear the temple out?" You inquire, confusedly

"I am thankful for that, yes. Please, let me continue. I have always been intellectually curious. There is a city, a good distance from here, that was told of having one of the largest libraries ever known. I made a point to see it for myself. I sought ancient history, of Elves in the Lost Ages. It was fascinating to find stories that and legends so old that even our own people had forgotten!" Her eyes looked up to the ceiling with an nostalgic smile "Sorry, I'm getting away from myself. In my studies, I slowly found mention of the Goddess Veserae. Upon discovering more about her, she discovered me. She spoke to me, and as I heard her voice, I heard my own heart. I finally had a purpose, a thing to do with beyond learning for its own sake. I surrendered the life of the privileged intellectual and became the prophet of the return of Veserae, the Mother of Gods. Now with the events that you have set in motion, I imagine that I will at long last have followers to lead."

"What do you mean? The people acting so lewdly in the city? But they have no idea what they're doing, or who Veserae even is."

"They will, in time. Her power will grow as more people open themselves to her. It will first be a whisper, almost as if a childish temptation, or a whistful longing for a better world. In time, they will begin to allow her voice into their hearts. They will than truly hear her, and they will listen to her songs of love, and they will follow. She will gain a following here that will spread through the known world, and all will carry Vesearae's message in their hearts, even if they are not aware of it."

"So, you mean eventually everyone will become fuck-crazy maniacs? Unable to do anything but think of sex?"

"That's not how I would describe it, no."

"Than how do you put it?" You struggle to maintain yourself, despite Stravaria being calm and polite.

"Veserae does not **** people into anything. Her greatest hatred is for those who **** their will on others without consent. Rapists, **** drivers, all the like will suffer her wrath, in time. Veserae merely encourages the desires a person already holds. Anything that has happened as a consequence of her power in the relic you uncovered is something that person has fantasized or desired at some point. Veserae merely removes the inhibitions and fears of doing them. Praise and glory to her for it."

"Praise and glory?"

"Yes. You having been in this city for all of five minutes would not have yet picked up on it, but people here are bitter, selfish, cold, even spiteful. They have completely shut out the concept of compassion for their fellows, caring only for themselves and their immediate kin. Veserae, once her influence grows, will not only cause the physical love for each other to grow, but emotional care as well."

"Okay..." You dwell on what she said before, about fantasies. You can't blame a Goddess for the depravity you got yourself into back at the Rusted Dragon. Though, you're also not sure you really want to 'blame' her for any of it. The guilt and shame has largely left you. "So, what do we do now?"

Stravaria moves away from the door, and begins to undress from her risque outfit; the vestments of her self appointed position as a 'prophet', you figure. "You will stay the night in my company, and we will begin a new course with the new day's sun."

"But, what about my friends?"

"They are at no risk of harm. They will never find the relic they stole from the Temple, and have little more need for you..." Despite being a prophet of warmth and love, Stravaria speaks with a degree of cold certainty "I, however, still have need of you, as does your Goddess." She lies in her simple bed, nude. She fondles her boobs enticingly in front of you. You haven't been with another woman before, and while it seems odd at first, you do have to admit that Stravaria is certainly an attractive woman, even by elven standards.