On a 10 she does it willingly, take +1 forward

“I…my name is Kisatra Gentleharp.” Her words are quiet, spoken between rasping breaths, her gaze lowered half in exhaustion and half in resignation. She wasn’t supposed to tell him that, Shiloh realizes. Perhaps she wasn’t supposed to make herself known to him at all…

But he still needs to know more. “Why have you been following me?”

She bites her lower lip. “The Daughters of Black have been making offerings and sending prayers to the demon lord Graz’zt for years, but with no results. Our words did not reach him, or perhaps he passed us over, believing us somehow unworthy. We were prepared to sink ever deeper into depravity to reach him, but before we could someone answered our pleas.”

Here she pauses, clearly wondering if it is not too late to flee, to disappear without revealing anymore.

But she decides against it. “A celestial maiden, an angel from the plane of Arborea, visited us. She came bringing the word of the Lustful Mistress, Sharess, that a true and holy champion would come to our realm, brought by her and that we must assist this champion in his trials. And thus we now are the Daughters of White.”

Arborea, a realm of chaotic good where the elven pantheon resides, as well as the Olympian pantheon. A number of other deities reside there as well. The realm is dominated by festivals and celebration as well as rampant hedonism. Sharess is a particularly hedonistic goddess, but still one aligned with good. It would explain all the sex, and her flighty and capricious nature would explain the absurd circumstance as well.

“So what, you believe me to be some sort of messiah?” “No, nothing of the sort. But you are blessed, a champion of our goddess.”

Right, so important, but not that important.

“We have been awaiting your arrival, an outsider blessed by Sharess and gifted with knowledge and tomes.” She smiles. “I am confident that you are the one.”

Shiloh rubs his temples. A champion huh? So what, that makes him…a paladin? Cleric? No, those don’t feel right…gifted with tomes huh? A…Warlock? Pact of the Tome is a thing after all.

Something to look into, but now he needed to decide what to do next. The sun was setting, and he was exhausted, mentally and physically.