"Oh, I can't leave, silly," the girl smiles, her form growing denser, darker, as it coalesces into solid, tasty-looking flesh. "Well, only on your hips or tits," she giggles, gently rubbing her head against your chest. "I'm a... devotional sacrament, you might say," she offers. "You earnt your way to this temple. You're free to partake of its powers," she smiles, toying with your jerkin, "and its pleasures."