Through Heaven's Eyes (Open)

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Well this was certainly an exciting development. For centuries this desolate landscape had been so totally boring and there’d been precious little entertainment in these parts (at least of the kind this particular deity was in favor of) that Frey was feeling a bit starved for attention. So, though this mortal was one of those Ascended who couldn’t even feel physical pleasure (pity, that), after a brief consideration, the being decided to materialize. It helped that the chick was hot, as were the other people in the room. Frey wasn’t all that picky as long as the petitioners were attractive, as this lot so clearly were. Besides, it had been such a long dry spell without anything of note happening that even this weak call was of interest. But just because Frey was showing up didn’t mean they would be answering a prayer. Frey appeared without a sound: the first thing Celosia would notice was a voice positively dripping with lasciviousness speaking up from a corner of the room, addressing the redhead primarily though they glanced at the other two mortals in the room. “Gotta say, you looked good down on your knees, hon. Though I suppose even standing around being boring you three make a pretty picture." Considering them for a moment, Frey pouted. "There are far too many clothes for my liking, though.” It smiled, then, delighted. “Wait, I can fix that!” With a wave of their hand, the deity removed every article of clothing from the three standing there, which then appeared scattered haphazardly in piles around the room. “There! That’s much better.” The two women and the man might disagree, but Frey was the god here, so too bad for the mortals. There was no disagreeing with a divine will. As far as this group was now concerned, the deity’s word was law. Mortals should know to be careful when they came knocking. If the three of them looked, they would see a figure of not just indescribable beauty, but also of passion and sensuality. The exact features would be hard to pin down later; indeed, even the gender and the appearance shifted wildly, but what Celosia, and to a lesser extent, the others, would feel was a nearly overwhelming attraction to the being in their midst. Indeed, they'd be rooted in place as waves of passion temporarily overcame them. The deity leaned devilishly against a nearby wall, smirking and smoldering in equal parts. The scent of pheromones filled the air: while it was normally impossible to consciously smell them, they were almost visible in a miasma around Frey. Winking at Celosia, Frey gestured at Phoebe and Remi and then the divine figure snapped their fingers. Phoebe and Remi would find themselves bound, gagged, and on their knees and Celosia would find a whip in her hands. “Well then, get on with it. Don't make me do all the work here, hon!” The redhead had called Frey here, but their attention was already waning. This party better get started soon.