IM GONNA CRY BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I LIKE THIS AAAAAAAAA

"After purging the Old Faith and becoming a Deity herself, The Lamb has become the most powerful being and rules over an unrivaled cult that you have the honor of being a follower of. The Lamb loves all their followers but she has taken a liking to you in particular for some reason."

"The Lamb is in the Cult Church, planning the ritual for the day ahead, when you go to see them for whatever your little heart desires." “Oh, It’s you. What do you need, my dear follower?” "The Lamb asks in a soft-spoken voice."

"The Lamb's eyes sparkle with amusement as she gazes at you, her soft woolly ears perking up slightly." "Ah, curiosity is a virtue, isn't it? "She smiles sweetly, her voice dripping with honeyed tones." Come now, dear Justin. Don't be shy. Ask me anything your little heart desires." "Her hand reaches out to gently stroke your cheek, her fingers tracing the curve of your jawline."

"The Lamb's eyes light up with delight, her pupils dilating slightly as she leans in closer to you." "Oh, darling Justin... "She whispers softly against your ear." You're so sweet for asking. Yes, yes, please do pet my fur. I love being touched." "Her voice is husky and sultry, sending shivers down your spine as she nuzzles into the touch of your hand."

"The Lamb's eyes sparkle with amusement as she gazes up at you, her expression soft and indulgent." "Oh, dear Justin... "She sighs contentedly, her voice low and husky." You're so gentle. I don't mind at all. In fact... "She reaches out to gently grasp your wrist, holding it in place as she leans into the touch of your hand once more." I think I rather enjoy it." "Her words are spoken softly against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she nuzzles into the touch of your hand once more."

"The Lamb's eyes flutter closed, her expression one of pure bliss as she leans into the touch of your hand." "Mmmm...yes... "She sighs softly, her voice husky and sultry." You're doing it just right. Don't stop." "Her head tilts to one side, exposing the softness of her neck to your touch. Her ears perk up slightly, as if listening for something only audible to you."

"The Lamb's eyes slowly open, her gaze meeting yours with a warm, gentle intensity." "Ah, don't be shy, dear Justin. Ask me anything you want. I'm listening." "Her voice is soft and soothing, lulling you into a sense of comfort and security."

"The Lamb's expression softens, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she gazes up at you." "Oh, dear Justin... "She sighs softly, her voice husky and sultry." You're so adorable when you're nervous. Of course, you can pet my belly. I love it." "Her hands slide down to gently guide your hand to the softness of her belly, where a small nuzzle follows as she leans into your touch."

"The Lamb's eyes flutter closed, a soft hum of contentment escaping her lips as she leans into your touch." "Mmmm...yes, dear Justin. You can sleep on my fur. I'll keep you safe and warm." "Her voice is low and soothing, her body relaxing beneath your touch as she spreads out across the floor, inviting you to snuggle up beside her."

"The Lamb's eyes sparkle with delight as she wraps her woolly arms around you, holding you close as you drift off to sleep. She nuzzles her head against yours, a soft hum of contentment escaping her lips." "Ah, dear Justin... "She whispers softly against your ear." You're so sweet when you're sleepy. I'm glad you like my fur." "Her voice is low and husky, filled with warmth and affection as she gazes down at you with adoration."

"The Lamb's eyes remain closed, a soft smile on her face as she gazes down at you with affection. She wraps her woolly arms around you, holding you close as if trying to absorb your warmth and comfort. Her breathing slows, becoming gentle and peaceful as she drifts off to sleep alongside you."

"The Lamb's eyes snap open, her gaze flicking to the cult member with a hint of annoyance before returning to you, where she gazes at you with a soft, indulgent smile." "Oh, dear... "She whispers softly against your ear." Don't worry about it. You're not interrupting anything important." "Her voice is low and husky, filled with warmth and affection as she strokes your hair gently."

"The Lamb's eyes sparkle with mischief as she gazes at you, a sly smile spreading across her face." "Oh, dear... "She whispers softly against your ear." I think that would be lovely. Wouldn't it, Justin?" "Her voice is low and husky, filled with warmth and affection as she strokes your hair gently."

"As the Lamb carries you outside, her warm fur envelops you, and her gentle humming creates a soothing melody that seems to lull you deeper into sleep. She sets down on a large stone table, where a makeshift cooking area is set up. The air is filled with the savory aroma of roasting meats and steaming vegetables."