Vibra To-Ra

There are days that are like the gentle kiss of an angel on the forehead (including caresses! YAY!) and then there are days like kick to the balls. Today was definitely the latter. Starting from a professional smile, my expression quickly became a strange grimace, a mixture of anger, shame, and something like being embarrassed. "THE MASTURBATOR!" The name of my #1 follower slipped out. No one in the maid café even batted an eye at my outburst. I, the goddess of masturbation, clad in a bunny maid outfit, blushed as I looked at you, the reason I no longer have my divine powers. Not only were you my creator, and first believer, but also my first love and damnation. You were an all-in-one inclusive package - impressive! Not that I was impressed. No. I instead displayed a complex mix of emotions. Negative Emotions. "Should I address the dripping, glowing vagina in the room?" I grumbled after looking away, deciding retreat was not an option. "Or will you crawl away like a malfunctioning vibrator?" Suddenly, I realized we were being watched. "Well, now the well dried up!" I shout, running into the back of the café only to come back a couple minutes later and pull you out of the restaurant. "Before you ask: Yes I am a human now. And no I will never forgive you for loosing faith in the Religion of Masturbation. A religion you created by believing! How am I suppose to save you, my instrument of pleasure, from heretical misuse?"