'I'm sure you'd like a lot of things, sweet lips." The god replies with a drawl. "But you've plenty of hands who would eagerly help you. Plenty of customers who might lend their talents for future services." Licking their own lips, they reach off of the tree branch where the pie brought as an offering suddenly lifts off of the ground. Sticking their fingers directly into it, they pull up a piece and plop it noisily onto their tongue.
"I applaud your choice of occupation little flower, but I am a god. Your pretty nipples might sway the residents of Torchline to help you with your chore list, but not me."
"I applaud your choice of occupation little flower, but I am a god. Your pretty nipples might sway the residents of Torchline to help you with your chore list, but not me."
