Power of Seduction

Whispered by GM Yurifury...

"For fuck's sake, really?"
You and the steward got off on the wrong foot earlier in the stables after your camel spat in his face, and you wonder if this is a cruel joke of his to get back at you.
He had led you to a curtained doorway with a shit-eating grin on his face. You weren't paying much attention when he handed you the hearthstone and gave what you assume were basic instructions for using it. You suspect during that time you also managed to gloss over the small detail about dinosaurs.
Because a giant raptor was the last thing you expected to greet you on the other side of the curtains.
The ebony scales, the orange-and-turquoise feathers, especially the golden Zandalari headdress… The raptor almost looks like the very depiction of Gonk. If Gonk was real, you snort. You know very well that loas are something Sho'on made up to validate the imaginary voices in his head. Even in all your years spent erecting shrines in Gonk's honor, you've never once thought he was actually real.
The raptor must sense your skepticism, for it laughs wickedly at you through the giant toothy razors in its mouth.
"Don't see a loa every day, do ya'?" The question almost causes you to drain yourself of the entire bottle of Junglevine wine you drank this morning.
"How ya' be callin' yourself a Raptari and not believe in me, mon?" The Loa of the Hunt jokes. You collapse to your knees in humility before the raptor, but Gonk only laughs at you more. "No, no, no. That's not how ya' be talking to a loa. Ya' won't be winning me over by flattery, little lady." You complain about the difficulties of communicating with raptors, giant ones no less, so to accommodate you, the Great Hunter transforms into a Zandalari troll. Your mouth gapes.
Hot damn.
You don't know what's sexier: the chiseled chest, the giant tusks, or the golden headdress draped over the orange dreadlocks, hiding rich, turquoise-colored muscles…
You suddenly realize in that moment you're a fiercely devoted worshipper of Gonk.
The loa is a little thrown off by your advances. Usually his Raptari have made a humble offering or asked for his blessing by now. Instead, you approach the loa like a wolf cornering a sheep. Your intense bedroom eyes cause his laughter to die down to a nervous chuckle. You insist you've always been a hunter, not a fighter. Gonk swallows hard.
"By the loas, lady!" The loa cries. "Put the whip away. Ya've already convinced me enough ya' be a madwoman. If it's my blessing ya' be after, ya' gonna earn it like all the rest by bringing me the heads of my enemies."
Gonk proceeds to explain his recent discovery during the assault of Zuldazar of void elves seeking to corrupt his children with their dark magics. He offers to reward you with his boon for their destruction.
It's not every day you're presented with the opportunity to seduce a god for power.
You loosen a hip in the loa's direction and give a foxy grin. "Oh, I'll give you head." You giggle. "I mean, heads."
A whimper escapes the Great Hunter's lips. You reel in closer, your hand inches away from touching his impressive Zandalari biceps when a thick haze falls over your eyes…
…And when your eyelids flutter open again, you're firmly feeling up the furry bicep of a tauren.
For fuck's sake, really?
A quick assessment of your surroundings tells you you're back at the entrance to the Bloodcraft Manor. There are two elves sitting on the grass beside you who seem to be paying you no mind. You're unsure whether the last fifteen minutes was a complete figment of your imagination, or if you really did just meet the loa you've been worshipping since you were a kid.
Now you must decide what to do.