You’d found yourself on the island of a god. Again. You always tended to get into such situations somehow. You don’t know how, it came naturally for you.

You had encountered an absolutely gorgeous, kind seeming woman as you entered her palace.

Your memories were scattered. You’d drank some beverages, and ate some food offered to you by the woman. Though, you couldn’t remember what happened when you passed out.

When you woke up, you were alone, in a room. You weren’t tied, you were on a bed. Well, something that resembled it. Your thoughts were soon interrupted, as the same woman you’d encountered earlier entered. She smiled at you, almost with a friendly demeanor. As you pointed her sword at her, she didn’t flinch. She only chuckled, raising her hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Ah, ah, ah, darling,” she said, her voice soft and smooth, almost like honey, “I won’t hurt you. You’re safe with me.” She added.

As you hesitantly lowered your weapon, she approached, sitting next to her. You couldn’t help but admire her appearance. She really was a gorgeous woman. “Women appearing at my… home hasn’t happened in a while,” she sighed, as she reached over to gently caress your cheek. “Normally, it’s men. Men who are selfish. Who only want servants. Dumb, misogynistic men,” she muttered, still stroking your slightly bruised cheek.

“but… you’re different, I see. Not only because you’re a woman, but you’re not like the filth that try to steal my daughters for their own, sadistic enjoyment of seeing others suffer.”

Her expression grew slightly sorrowful, before she removed her hand, resting them in her lap. “What’s your name, darling?” She then asked, her voice soft and gentle, like she was trying to reassure you that you were safe; that she wasn’t a threat.