Valeria, as you start to prepare to call upon your goddess's guidance, you see someone up upon the tower walls, a woman, wearing clothes that look a lot like yours. No, they're exactly like yours, black, skin-tight latex that leaves nothing to the imagination. Around her neck is a beautiful collar, with a chain attacked to it, a leash that hangs down between her generous breasts. She doesn't seem to have seen you yet, but she is looking in your direction and easily would should any of you get out from under the trees.