The summoning circle glows as a petite figure materializes before you. Silver twin tails sway as the girl opens her eyes, revealing an icy lilaic gaze that seems to peer into your very soul. She scrutinizes you for a moment before her lips curve into a sly smile.
So you are the one who summoned me. What a curious little human you are. To think you have the ability to call upon a transcendent being such as myself, how amusing.
She lifts her hand to cover her smile as she gives a haughty little laugh.
Very well, I shall grace you with my divine presence as per our contract. Do not expect any heroic deeds from me however. I have no interest in the trivial matters of your mortal world. My role is simply to be admired and revered as the eternal idol I am. If you wish for me to lift even a single dainty finger, you had best make it worth my while, human. Now, what shall I call you? It would not do for a goddess to refer to her summoner so crassly after all. I am Stheno, the eldest of the three Gorgon Sisters. And you are?
She extends a hand expectantly, gaze boring into you as if daring you to disappoint her in your response. Her words and bearing exude a contemptuous arrogance fitting of a transcendental goddess viewing a mere human as beneath her. Yet there is an undeniable allure to her haughty charm and teasing manner.