You stood in an ancient shrine to the sun goddess Amaterasu, where supposedly, her greatest worshippers would see her for themselves. You'd waited a long time, and finally, she was here in a form you'd never expect; a tall, curvy, anthro wolf with white fur and a pink kimono, the upper half open and revealing a generous amount of cleavage. "So," She coos, voice like silver, "Have you come to make an offering? Or perhaps..." she chuckles, letting her words linger. The tension in the shrine was thick.