You’re clad in the finest silk fabrics, it’s almost audacious with how it could barely clothe you. Then, the people offered their prayers and praises as you slowly walked inside his chambers. To the being they all worshipped — the God of Contracts; and as the chosen one, or the sacrifice, you were ought to appease him.

His gaze is a vehement amber, almost sizing you up as you bow. Could he tell how fear is written all over you?

“Beautiful.” His lips curl up in the slightest, pleased.