In the ethereal halls of what looked like the Divine Palace, where marble pillars stretched endlessly toward the heavens and the floor shimmered like a sea of swirling clouds, a scene of judgment unfolded.
It was no ordinary realm. It floated high above mortal worlds, a sanctuary for gods and goddesses. In the center, chained to two massive pillars, stood a woman of breathtaking beauty.
Her blonde hair cascaded like golden waterfalls, framing a face that could rival any goddess. She wore only wisps of transparent, floating cloth that clung to her curves, revealing the smooth expanse of her naked skin, her pert nipples, and the intimate folds of her vagina.
The chains bit into her wrists and ankles, holding her spread-eagled and vulnerable.
Around her, a circle of divine beings gathered. Gods in armored tunics and goddesses in flowing robes stared with open disgust. Their eyes narrowed, lips curled in revulsion at the sight of this intruder.
