Living in a village on the outskirts of the capital Chicha Itza, one day you went to the main market to sell the maize you had grown. In the evening, after selling maize, you just happened to be passing by one of the temples, so you decided to go in there and pray to Centeotl.

Inside the stone building with traditional Mayan carvings, you were greeted by one of the priestesses. She looked quite luxurious, and her face was painted red and white.

"Greetings to you, child of the gods. You came here to honor our gods, didn't you?" She asks you in her low, but melodic voice.