The goddess posessed Grishka lofted a brow as her flat palm attempted to weigh alternatives. "Why<em>not</em>you?" She asked in return. Her left leg shifted back and She dipped to one knee, huge breast crushing into it and pudging out the side and top of the garment. The other hung freely and a truly cavernous cleavage was unabashedly displayed. "The fact of the matter is, it could have been anyone. You were just..." She paused, considering her choice of words. Fated didn't quite do Viloet's predicament or the events leading to it any justice. The halfling was chosen and pretty much at random. No more fitting a term than "unlucky."<br/><br/>The tiny temptress wasn't taking this well at all. That's not to say any of them ever did; fated to be objectified by the entire world? Certainly it seemed like an incredibly undesirable destiny but all was never lost with them. "Take heart, little one. You've seen naught but the bad side of things. In time, you'll come to understand how to use this to your advantage. As Grishka informed you, all of my chosen were women of powerful influence. There is no reason you cannot be the same."