Fox's Glade ab iniquitate [m]ea

the multideious pantheon which bernadette constructed housed many small gods of fertility and pairing, and in her state of both natural oestrus and artificial euphoria she thought each and every one of them so pleased by her piousness that they sent her this slender stranger - for how else could the timeliness of his arrival be explained?

his reply was enough to make her weak in the knees, but she knew she'd need them most for what this dance was leading up to.

"no, not divine. in service of the divine." she stepped back as to hold his gaze. "and i wish to service you, my angel. my saviour."