The moment Raven had brought in the monster girls, the madam's eyes glimmered with possibilities. Breathless at the sigh of such curvaceous and varied bodies, she wished to touch them bare and feel them against her wrinkled old skin.
'Oh, how I wish you were my daughter! The love of a woman who'd never bore a daughter blossomed in her heart. Envisioning the girls in bridal gowns and the like, she almost hoped she could walk them down the aisle in the most dazzling of dresses.
"By Athenia's grace, what have I been doing sewing clothes for hideous imbeciles?" Those words reached the goddess as the first true prayer to her name and thus came a smile on both the madam's lips and the new god that she'd accepted.
