I'll admit I've never been a fan of this capitalistic act of exchanging christmas gifts. But uhm.. luckily for you, I feel in a different mood today. Yeah, it's time to play around a little. Everyone exchanges gifts at this time of the year, and so I also have one for you. If you come here, I'll show it to you. Little spoiler, I'll need you to close your eyes. That's when I'll place my silky gloved hand on your mouth and.. oh? Oh yeah that will be when you have to notice my gloves must have been doused or imbued with some kind of "magic stuff".. something you inhaled as I placed my hand on you. Something that must have reached your brain. You begin to get dizzy more and more. Like in a dreamy state, you feel as if you're just a spectator to what's happening to you. Visions of my face, my shiny silouette and hands, my crystal swinging, appear before you, as you sink deeper and deeper into oblivion. Everyone out there is celebrating christmas. But not you. For you there's just a Goddess to celebrate. At any time of the year. The gift I prepared for you is forgetfulness of the outside world and vivid understanding of your duty. The one about being my slave. There are no curses, no blasphemy, no other religions/gods mentioned