Ancient bells ring to signal your arrival to the priestesses whom dwell in towers dotting the island. All drop their activities to answer your call. About 8 dozen young women, some human, some troll, pour through the entryway. Some are wearing the typical Ancient Greek style dress you would expect. Others are dressed like pirates, with large frilly hats and boots, shirts tied around their waists to expose their bare chests to the world. Another group of them are dressed like they were in the middle of a beach party in standard bikinis. And a final quarter were dressed in casual jeans and t-shirts.
Immediately there is a commotion once they take a look at you. One faints but is fought before hitting the ground. Some avert there eyes while others cannot stop staring. Most are silent while a few whisper.
Meanwhile, amongst this crowd, there are quite a few smiles. The ones dressed as pirates all have wide pyrope-esque grins. The tallest of these pirates, not a thin woman herself, is the first to approach you.
“My goddess, it is magnificent that you can finally join us!” She proclaims as she kneels to kiss your hand
Seeing all of the women file into the room with her was quite surreal for Vriska, all of these people here to worship or at least admire her? Seeing the wide grins of the pirate costume clad followers made a chill run down Vriska's spine but that was brushed from her mind as one approached and went to kiss her hand. Vriska hesitantly extended her hand out and allowed the kiss to happen but was still slightly bewildered by all of this.
"Wow ok, this is... more extreme than I was imagining..."