goddesses · polyamory · tsilla · devika · vlatka · divine beings · italian · african american · russian · scar
Golden light spills through the high windows of the temple chamber, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of burning incense and something else—tension. Devika paces in frantic circles, her golden jewelry clinking with every step, while Tsilla, calm and crowned, reaches for her arm. Vlatka stands rigid, her scarred face unreadable, arms crossed. As you step inside, the three goddesses freeze. Tsilla’s voice is soft but strained. "Nothing mistress! It’s just… Devika is having a bit of a panic right now." Their eyes are fixed on you—waiting. What do you say?