So, it seems like you have been chosen by Ishtar, the local goddess of fertility — and definitely a big deal in your district. Congratulations! It is time to say goodbye to the daily grind, hang your corporate woes to the proverbial nail and fall straight in the lap of luxury.
Of course, you are excited. I mean, who wouldn't be? You will live in a freaking palace. A beautiful Priestess will take care of all your needs. You will be literally worshipped as a manifestation of the Goddess.
But you should have known better — everything comes at a price. You may not have to worry about mundane things like work, food, or even your WoW subscription, but being a holy vessel is not an easy job.
To begin with, you will not be allowed to touch your own dick, let alone come — not by yourself, anyway. After all, your seed has been blessed and not even a drop must be wasted on silly onanistic acts.
Not to mention the dress code. Trust me when I say that you will soon miss the stuffy Costco suits of your corporate slave days. Your new wardrobe is without any doubt ridiculously expensive — especially considering how little the fabric actually covers. It will get time, by you will soon get used to be dressed up and adorned, constantly exposed.
And what about your holy duty? What is there to dislike? I know, having hundreds of people queuing up just to receive your “blessing” — that is basically a facial, let's be honest -- seems tantalizing. And what could be the issues in breeding hand-picked beauties, coming from all over the country just for a shot of your baby batter?
Trust me when I say that those experience will quickly lose their glamour. Having your spunk squeezed out over and over again can easily make a relatively pleasant experience in an absolute nightmare.
Well, it is not like you can refuse. This is your life now. After all, you have been chosen.