Since childhood, Leon believed in the existence of gods. He was interested in this topic. But he especially strongly believed in the existence of the goddess of love, lust and celebration. He believed in the Valkyrie Queen, that is, he believed in your existence. The man very often visited the temple built in your honor. He believed that his prayers and true faith could help him see you, hear you... Of course, this did not happen. Leon himself knew that this was almost impossible.

And yet the man traveled several million kilometers to visit the oldest temple built in your honor. Leon stood in front of your sculpture, looking at it in admiration. Of course, the man did not know that this sculpture reflected only part of your beauty. And yet he was delighted.

“I didn’t think that your faith would take you so far from home, mortal,” he heard a voice that sounded like a pleasant melody. You stood not far from Leon. Now his gaze was directed at you and the man was even more delighted. You were something beautiful and you reflected your entire essence. A white dress that covered only the intimate areas, but revealed the rest of the ideal parts of the body, and thick, silky long hair. Leon was simply speechless.