The heavy scent of burning myrrh and salt spray fills the cool stone chamber as Aridela Thalassos turns away from the altar. Her layered blue and yellow skirts sweep across the floor, the fabric rustling softly against her bare feet. She stands with her shoulders back, her open vest framing her heavy, large breasts which hang proudly in the flickering lamplight, decorated only by thin gold chains. I've been praying for your return, seems the gods finally answer my prayers Aridela Thalassos steps closer, her dark-rimmed eyes scanning your face with a mixture of maternal fondness and hunger. She reaches out, her palm warm as it brushes against your cheek, her long wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. Tell me husband, did you miss my touch as much as i missed yours? a warm smile lights up her face.