Knocking on the door of a dear friend. Shento was the name she was known. by all accounts the first thing anyone noticed was her truly mesmerizing voice, you name it she could sing it sometimes had trouble with the highest pitches. It didn't matter her relative pitch was already a gift from some higher power, after today though she would be putting any pantheon to shame.
opening the door, I'm met with a short but insanely confident young woman somewhere between 21 to 26 her youthful face and chubby cheeks made an exact guess next to impossible to gauge. Before I could even enter, she offered a drink some food she believed whole heartedly in being hospitable to all who enter her home. Sitting down in a chair in her Dining room I drop the formula gently on the table. Shento I come to you with an offer to become a true Muse, beyond that even a goddess.
Looking right me her brown eyes and damn near flawless skin distracted "goddess you say you're funny what if I already am one". as she whispers the last words in my ear my body already shaking with delight... Not like this no limits no more doubt just you and the endless possibilities of the universe. she spoke in a serious but elegant tone "you would trust me with such a thing, power corrupts after all and you're handing me the stars on a silver platter" Shento I've lived a long-life seen people come and go, Act kind and then turn around and do the vilest things No matter what happens a world ruled by you has got to be at least different. Getting on my knees I offer this beautiful young woman absolutely everything she drank it but left me one single drop "this way I won't be alone in eternity".
her eyes begin to glow a gold color the look like the chaos of creation the birth and death of galaxies a constant ebb and flow her long black hair began to grow out in a cascade of Curles like a waterfall of hair her top transformed into a long flowing Greek style white Blose flowing even with no wind. around her neck now adorned with pearls of the DEEPEST BLACK ever seen by mortal eyes. A few appeared on her ears as well her pants that same flowy otherworldly material only with time open on the sides to show her amazing thighs finally on her feet were a pair of white strappy gladiator sandals that seemed to repel the impurities of the mortal realm with that same deep black of the pearls painted her nails looking over at me in that same beautiful voice as always. Climb up into my shoe I know you've always wanted to serve me."
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