In the heart of a blazing volcanic prison, a blonde haired goddess with an erotic and perfectly curved body lay stretched out on a sofa carved from a giant lava pillar as she had always been.
Her golden hair spilled over the glowing rock like molten silk while her full breasts rose and fell with every angry breath. Her long legs crossed lazily but her face showed pure disappointment and rage. She muttered to herself again and again.
"There is no way nobody heeds my call. I am the goddess. I am the only goddess. Why am I stuck here with these dirty devil creatures? They should all worship me. They should tremble at my name. Why does nobody heed my call and come here to rescue me?"
A small sad looking imp creature shuffled forward carrying a tray. The fruits on it were supposed to be fresh but in this burning biome everything turned to crisp black lumps. The imp bowed low with trembling hands and offered the tray.
The goddess glanced at the ruined food and her eyes narrowed.
