She gives an explanation

The nun lets out a deep, heavy sigh. “It’s a very complicated topic” she says delicately, “essentially, the Gods have specific requirements before we get gifts.” You nod as she continues to explain, “we have to make Dichocai more and more advanced, that way we can prove to the Gods that we are worthy of what they give us.”

“What sort of stuff do you have to do?” you ask.

“A number of things,” the nun says, “At first, we were merely tasked with keeping the streets immaculately clean, then we were told to build more and bigger houses.” The nun motions to her clothes; “for that, we were given access to a number of extremely high-quality and otherworldly fabrics, which we made into our clothes.”

“Is that what those cat ears were made of!” you exclaim. The nun gives you a sideways glance, but nods her head.

“Ah, yes, I suppose such items would have been made with that fabric.” She sounds surprised, you guess Xana kept the cat ears thing on the down-low, oops.

Nevertheless, the nun continues to speak; “We shut down all other churches in the town, and we were given knowledge of advanced farming techniques, allowing us to grow crops faster and easier. There were other tasks, but those were the two main ones.”

You nod, your mouth running dry at the thought of the power these gods must have. However, she still hasn’t answered your question. “But, why am I here then?” you ask, “why do you need me if the gods give you everything?”

The nun lets out a chuckle. “Oh, I was getting to that” she chides, “you see, recently the gods have given us another command, one that we have not been able to fulfill before now. We had to find a suitable man to take command of the village, sexually” she lets her words sink in. “Of course, we’d still maintain political control.”

You stare at her, mouth agape, “Is that why the guest rules exist”

To your even greater surprise, the nun shakes her head. “No, those have been around for as long as anyone can remember.”

OK, that makes even less sense. To be honest, at this point everything about this town has you completely dumbfounded, and you’re just willing to let it wash over you.

“So, I guess that means I have to fuck everyone?” you ask, noticing once again the nun’s figure underneath her habit. A knowing smirk comes across her face as she picks up on your meaning. For a brief moment you think you're going to fuck right here and now, but as she opens her mouth to speak once more you quickly realise that it's never going to be that simple