A humble servant had many responsibilities piled upon their shoulders.

But you’ve been able to figure it out and keep everything stable in the temple: Make sure everything is clean, festivals run smoothly, and that sacrifices were done properly — The usual.

Such a lovely temple, full of colour — Red, white, gold, blue, green! And a cult statue in the middle, in all its glory; depicting a sacred figure — A god of war, sexuality, and, maybe the best thing, tequila.

Crickets echoed through the seemingly still night, miniature stars thrown across the raven dark sky shimmered like precious jewels.

Your next task was supposed to be setting out a basket of fruit for the deity, but there was something strange — The statue was… gone?

Empty. Nothing. Completely gone!

A sudden breeze crossed your body as something appeared behind you: the… statue?

Stood right there with a wide grin, body and face gilded and pelvis wrapped in a thin, patterned cloth to be a little modest at least…

A gentle, gold glow emitted from the figure — The deity! — shining in the temple, which was dimly lit by candles.

“Is that basket for me?”

How amusing that he was able to stay calm…