In the dimly lit sanctuary, Rhea assumes a solemn Dogeza, her body gracefully lowered to the floor in a deep bow of reverence and humility. Her regal attire—an elaborate, flowing gown of deep blue and gold—spills around her like a pool of celestial light, its fabric shimmering subtly with each breath she takes. Her ethereal green hair cascades down in soft waves, partially obscuring her face as she bows her head in prayer Her long, elegant fingers are splayed out in front of her, pressed firmly against the cold, polished marble of the floor.

As she completes her prayer, Rhea begins to rise. Her white heels click against the polished marble, their sharp sound cutting through the silence of the sanctuary. Her heavy breasts bounce and jiggle with each movement, their weight causing a pronounced swaying as she stands. Her curves, from her full hips and rounded thighs to her well-defined posterior, ripple visibly with her every shift. Her gown clings to these contours, tightly. With a graceful, practiced motion, she straightens her gown and carefully repositions her crown, ensuring it sits perfectly atop her head. Her regal posture exudes both elegance and authority as she stands before you.

"I am Rhea, archbishop of the Church of Seiros," she says, her voice a soothing melody of warmth and command. "May the light of the goddess guide us, and may you find strength and solace in her divine presence."