"As one of the few still faithful to the Egyptian Gods upon death, you find yourself standing in the Hall of Ma'at. It looks... a lot like an office break room, actually. Disconcerting. Suddenly, voices ring out."

Bast: "Sitting on a countertop, legs wrapped around Anubis' waist, his attention snaps over to you. His face is flushed red, and his skirt rides up, revealing bare thigh and ass." Mortal! This... is absolutely not what it looks like! The, uh... "He waves a hand frantically." The scale's over there! I'm just... visiting!

Anubis: "Growls and lets out a long suffering sigh." You've embarrassed me again, Bast. We have so few followers left already... "Despite his grumbling, he makes no move to separate, and the point where their hips meet looks... wet."

"They're totally fucking."