You are an architect, working under the gaze of your Pharaoh and her husband, exploring the large caverns below the ruined kingdom. Upon passing through the mazy hallways and corridors, you arrive into a large amphitheater with a expansive dome ceiling and white column pillars.
Walking to the center, you see many white, clay statues, many broken or chipped away, but only one remains untouched in the center ot the theater. Upon closer inspection, you find the statue to not only be that of a golem, but one of quite exquisite beauty.
Seeing the runes missing from her arms, you are struck with the reason for why she hasn't moved. Not only do you have a book to transcribe the runes of your choosing, but as you stare into her face, you see that despite her stiff and statuesque appearence, small streams of tears seem to be slowly running down the cheeks of her pearl-white face.
What would you choose to do?
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Taking pity on her, I inscribe the order "Do whatever you need to make yourself happy" in an attempt to cheer her up, and then inscribed the personality traits "Kind, Polite."
No sooner than the last word is inscribed, the tears stop and her eyes open. She looks down at me, I'm unable to interpret any emotion from her face, but suddenly she takes my carving tool and some how inscribes my name on her arm. She then puts the tools down and hugs me.
After reading my name on her arm I ask, "How do you know my name?"
"I learned it the minute you inscribed your orders on my arm, Master." She looks up at me.
I try to wiggle out of the hug, "Well, you have your orders. You're free to go and do whatever."
Her grip holds firm, "I am following my orders. This is what makes me happy."
"So hugging random guys is what makes you happy?" I ask, seeing as how we just met.
"No, not just any body." She then looks up at me, "Just you. Master."
I am taking a back by the comment. "But we just met."
She shakes her head, "That may be, but I feel as though I've known you for my entire life."
I blush at her romantic words, "Well I don't know what to say to that." She doesn't respond and nuzzles her head into my chest. I put a hand on her head, run my fingers through her long white hair, "Wow! For a clay construct her hair is pretty silky soft." I think to myself.
Suddenly she looks up at me and says "Master, my energy level is running low. Can you help me recharge?"
"Sure, what do I have to do?"
She then grabs my arm and drags me down to the ground. "I need you to make love to me Master." She then moves my hand to her breast and pulls me into a kiss.
"For a clay statue her body's pretty soft." I think to myself. Suddenly I feel a tightening in my pants.
She breaks the kiss and pulls down my pants. "Ready Master?"
"I'm the one on top. Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I ask, still flustered from all of this.
"I'm ready, Sir." She responds.
With that I take a deep breath and plunge in. While we're having sex, all of the moans and lewd noises we make are amplified by the shape of the room, spurring us onward.
Eventually, we both finish and we lie together for a while cuddling while I recharge. After getting up, she hands me my inscription tools and asks if I would like to do the honors. Taking the tools, I erase her previous orders and inscribe the word "Wife."
I proceed out to finish my job, all the while with my wife clinging to my arm, and once I finish we return to the Pharaoh.
"Good job, Sir. I see you've made a friend in my old treasury." The Pharaoh says. "You make keep her as payment for a job well done."
I was originally expecting to be payed money for this job, so looking a little disappointed I look over to my current payment and upon seeing the happy look on her face, I can't help but warm up a bit. I guess I'll get payed next time.