"YAAWN."
A loud yawn rang through the stuffy mountain abode, the sound of fast jiggling ringing out clearly as a fat figure sat up from the bed, his dark dull irises scanning around the room.
"Another day, another waste," he mused to himself as he jumped off the bed and took his sect robes by the railing to the side, quickly donning them. Then he got on both knees before raising both hands to the sky.
"By God's call, I pray. May I find a little something interesting today, perhaps, a girl of my dreams, one smooth looking, with long legs and fresh white skin like the crystal clear river of Aurora.
A big pair of beautiful green eyes, and a well-proportioned and squishy body like that of the garden of Celestine.
And finally, a heart that wants only me as badly as everyone in the sect wants to become a god. May she be the first person I lay my eyes on today," he prayed before quickly rising to his feet, his dull eyes regaining some color.
