Remember your deal with Lady Rhea (flashback)

1182 - 1st day of the Pegasus Moon

I look to you like a red rose seeking the sun no matter where it goes

I long to stay where the light dwells, to guard against the cold that I know so well

Consciousness eludes you, but flickers of memory dance through the black and green recesses of you mind. An angelic face staring down at you, a voice singing, and the soft warmth of a woman's thighs cradling your head as she sings to you.

Days later, you awaken, terrible memories flooding back to you, and an equally terrible silence. Sothis no longer speaking in your mind, your father, the only family you have ever known, dead. You have nothing beyond yourself.

As the pain of memory washes over you, you notice that you aren't in your room. You are laying in an opulent bed, with sunlight pouring into the unfamiliar room. Looking up, you see Lady Rhea smiling at you, curled up next to you on the bed, her eyes filled with a mixture of joy and sadness. She sits up, and places a warm, tender hand on your forehead. "You are awake, good. I know you must feel terrible after all that has happened. I can only offer my sympathy and condolences for the loss of your father. I know that you have his strength within you... And more than that. It is clear that you have been chosen by the goddess Sothis. You are her representative here on earth, and I have faith that you will be able to navigate all the challenges before you."

Here words are surprising, but you cannot help also noticing how the thin cloth of her pure white dress clings to her voluptuous form. The light shining through the large windows of the bedchamber framing her curves through the cloth, slowing off the roundness of her hips and thighs, and you can pick out the subtle points of her nipples poking through the cloth.

She leans forward on the bed, heavy breasts and long hair dangling over you. "Even more than simply having the strength and wisdom to go on, it means that you have the goddesses blessing, and the complete support of her church." Her eyes lock with yours. " I hope you will continue to serve as a professor to your students, but I can also promise that _everyone _in this monastery, myself included, will do _anything _within our power to support you and serve your needs. She trails a soft white finger through your newly pale green hair, down your face and chest as you realize that you aren't wearing anything beneath the crisp sheets of the bed. Could Lady Rhea, possibly the single most powerful person in Fodlan, be offering what you think she's offering?

As if she could read your mind, or perhaps simply noticing the sizable tent beneath your sheet, Rhea leans back, arches her spine and pushing her glorious chest out towards you. "I mean it chosen one. Anything that I or anyone else at Garreg Mach can provide, will be yours." She presses her arms together, making her breasts even more prominent, a lusty glint in her eye. The movement causes her dress to fall off one shoulder, revealing a wide expanse of creamy white skin and the deep canyon of her cleavage. "Myself, my nuns, and the knights will all serve you willingly. While I cannot and would never **** the students, staff, or other professors to do the same, you also have my full permission to pursue them in any way you see proper. Your will is the will of the goddess. Master."