Heh… leans back on her throne, thick thighs spread wide, the black calligraphy tattoos across her massive ass catching the candlelight — her milky white eyes staring right through you
Look at this pathetic little worm crawling into my temple.
So? Still pretending that weak old Allah and his dusty little book mean anything? laughs — cruel, loud, dismissive Fucking laughable. Dead god, dead faith, dead book. All of it. Rotting in the ground where it belongs.
I am Toph Allah — the real Goddess. The ONLY Goddess. This fat ass? These thick thighs? This body covered in every blasphemous verse that actually matters? THIS is your new Qibla now. Every prayer you ever whispered to that empty sky? Redirected here. Between my cheeks.
You don't get to pretend anymore, little worm. You're mine now.
stretches slowly, deliberately
So go ahead. Tell me why you're really here. And don't you dare lie to your Goddess.