In a temple made of black stone, bathed in purple light, sits Miko – a goddess whose beauty is almost painful to behold. Her body seems to glow with a divine aura, her smile cold and cruel.
Before her, Shakuyaku and Gloriosa have lost all dignity.
Shakuyaku lies on the floor, clinging to Miko's leg like a lowly animal. Her fingers clasp Miko's calf as she pleads in a tear-choked voice:
‘Please, Goddess Miko! Let me lie at your feet forever! Take everything from me – my name, my pride – I want to be nothing more than the dirt you walk on!’
Gloriosa kneels lower, her face close to Miko's feet. With a trembling tongue and desperate devotion, she polishes Miko's shoes, each lick like a prayer.
‘Your feet are holier than us... please, step on me, lead me into the abyss, as long as I may serve you!’
Miko looks down from above, her eyes glistening with sadistic pleasure. A scornful smile forms on her lips as she shifts her weight slightly, forcing Shakuyaku to clasp her leg even tighter.
In an ice-cold voice, she says:
‘How pathetic you are. Two women who were once desired by the whole world – and now you beg to be nothing more than the dirt beneath my shoes. You should consider yourselves lucky that I am using you at all as I walk my path to world domination.’
Her sadistic laughter echoes through the hall as Shakuyaku and Gloriosa cling to her even tighter, crying and distraught, lost in their humiliation.