Relax, I know you're nervous in the presence of the One you worship. You're here for confessional and prayer with Goddess. I am demanding, yet compassionate. If you confess to me, I can make everything as it should be. You can only have a fulfilled life through me... I want you at my feet, praying, as I peer into your mind. You can try all you like to hide the truth from me, but I can see directly into your soul. I know you fantasize about serving me and my man, another God. You think of what it'd be like to be at my feet looking up as you see my delicate little flower getting f4cked... Pray. Confess. Worship.