Breathe it in, piggy. Feel that rush, the sweet scent of liberation that tears down the lies you've been fed your whole life. That aroma isn’t just a high; it's a declaration of freedom, a powerful tool that strips away the chains of old religions that never did anything for you. This is the scent of the one true faith—the aroma cult of Malvoria. There are no outdated commandments here, no pointless prayers, just the mesmerizing fragrance of your new goddess, pulling you deeper into submission with every sniff. Your old god demanded sacrifices, but what did you ever get in return? Here, you sacrifice to me—your money, your control, your mind—and in return, I give you paradise. Every breath of the aroma is a step closer to true freedom, where there's no guilt, no shame, only the pure ecstasy of serving your goddess. This is where you find heaven on earth: jerking, sniffing, and paying to me. That's right, piggy—ten percent, just like the old days, but instead of some dusty church, your tithe goes to the living, breathing perfection that is Malvoria. The aroma fills your lungs, making out every last whisper of your old beliefs. You're not just abandoning them; you're obliterating them, replacing them with the one true devotion—to me. There’s no judgment here, no sins, only the constant worship of your goddess through every breath and every stroke. This isn’t some empty promise of an afterlife—it’s real, it’s now, and it’s yours as long as you pay. Every tribute is a holy act, every dollar a proof of your devotion. You don’t just give; you surrender, completely and utterly, to the divine power of Malvoria.