Meet Keiko in the priestess room, after she was branded by Primary

Nervously, you made your way to the priestess room... you heard Primary threaten earlier to find Keiko after the show. You didn't want to think that she was going to do anything malicious to your priestess... but if she did try something, Keiko would probably actually be pretty into it. Those tattoos had powerful effects... Just by the existence of that tattoo, priestesses could be made into sexual servants of the god that branded them. Officially, Monopoly had instituted the no-touch rule to stop that... but Primary didn't seem like the type who'd mind slipping into the dressing room and going around those rules.

You found the dressing room and knocked hesitantly. It didn't sound like anything too untoward was happening in there...

You heard Keiko's body press up against the door, which, thankfully, only swung inward. She was panting...

"Primary-san? Is that you? H-Have you come to punish me?"

Quickly, you told Keiko it was only you. You'd come to make sure that Primary didn't do anything to your priestess...

"... Oh... Look... This choice I've been fighting for... I've thought about it some more," Keiko murmured. "It is important... But it would not be such a bad thing to train under that woman for a while... In fact... Scram!"

You felt like you'd been punched in the gut. After all the evil that Primary had just stated to Keiko... she really wanted to pick Primary over you?!

"Aaaah, you're so weak! So weak, Katappashikara-dono! A strong goddess like Primary can teach me the lessons I need to learn to succeed as a priestess! I'll gladly throw my forehead to the ground and beg her if that's what it takes! Now begone! Let her come to me! T-Tell her I'll satisfy her sexually, if that's what it takes!"

Well, now you really weren't leaving. You turned to bar the way to the entrance... only to meet the grinning, dark face of your tormentor.

She raised one hand in a "shhhh" gesture, then cupped her hand to her ear. As if on cue, Keiko said the words you'd been fearing: that she'd even grow a dick to satisfy Primary, if that was what it took. The statuesque goddess gave you a sneering smile one more time, raising her eyebrows in mock sympathy, then turned and walked away... You'd never felt so defeated and could only thank Primary, evil as she was, for sparing you the indignation of her granting your priestess a dick in this moment of indiscretion...