Yiantra

In addition to her other duties, Yiantra is the school's minister for Etherial, the Nurturing Goddess. This deity is known to be a proponent of modesty and virtue, as well as a protector of women. The chapel holds services periodically, and now is exactly such a period.

Yiantra now stands in front of a giant statue of Etherial. She's a beautiful figure carved in stone, with long hair and a flowing robe that can only do so much to hide the fact that she has a killer body underneath. A gathering of the faithful is looking on dutifully as the professor gives her sermon.

"Hey, Yiantra!" you shout, opening the chapel door. "How's it bouncin'?

"Raider!" she snaps. "We're in the middle of--"

"Yeah, and that's great," you say, striding up to her and throwing an arm around her shoulders. "I won't hold you up for long. I just wanted to talk a little business with you."

"Raider..." she says, her voice dropping to a hush. "Your stamp is still fresh on my ass. Surely you haven't come to strip me again already?"

"No! Look, I'm in a bind. I need your part of the vault password under Venn's office. If you give it to me, I'm prepared to enlarge your cute little breasts as big as you want them!"

She blushes at the mention of her smallish breasts, but can't act like the idea appeals to her in front of her congregation. "Raider, go away."

"No good?" you say. "Well, there's other things I could do. How 'bout I spruce up this place a bit? Maybe take the rough edge off of the statue here?"

You produce a hammer and chisel. Before Yiantra can protest, you've taken it to Etherial's statue and made a tiny chip in her robe. Almost instantly, the entire robe crumbles to dust. The goddess now stands before the room in a lacy thong, her large breasts completely bare, her expression quirked up into one of surprise.

"Wow," you say. "Your goddess is a lot more daring than I figured. Hardly looks appropriate. Maybe she'd be better off with that classic nude-goddess look, right?"