Lion Head Mesa deities

"to be hemet is one thing. to be a priestess of Hathor is another."

she did not understand. she welcomed his touch as she reflected on things and listened to his voice. she did want this. truly.

but apparently to align herself underneath Hathor solely seemed to welcome some type of...modification.

do you have a mark for any? her voice a hush whisper. before she realized that she had perhaps accidentally asked to see something intimate! quickly her face fluttered with embarrassment.