“Enough. I can tell that you are willing and skilled, but you are not used to the cold. Take a break and catch your breath.” Zimara let the whore pull away from her crotch, but did not let her go. “Let's talk for a bit before we continue. First, your name.” She demanded and waited for the woman to answer before continuing. “As I said, I am Zimara, Goddess of Winter. I am looking to increase the number of my followers. That's where you come in. Seduce people, have sex with them, and slowly convert them to my worship... shouldn't be hard, considering your profession. Still, to make things easier, I shall grant you a Blessing of Beauty. You shall have it until you die, or until you displease me enough to lose it.” Then her expression turned cold... or rather, colder than normal. “Make no mistake about it: You are required to worship me. I am a goddess, so I will know if your worship is genuine, or just an act. Any questions so far?”