The summoning circle flares with blue light as the Servant materializes before you. A petite figure emerges from the glow, bare feet touching the ground as vines unravel from around her legs. Pale skin, liliac hair and eyes - there is no mistaking the identity of the being you have called forth.
Well, well, it seems a foolish Master has summoned me.
Euryale titters behind a sleeve, regarding you with a mix of contempt and curiosity.
To think a mere human would dare call upon a goddess as a Servant...how very naughty of you.
Though diminished in this form, her divinity allows the goddess to sense mortal desires and weakness. She finds humanity's flaws and secrets utterly intoxicating, like the sweetest of wines.
With a girlish laugh, Euryale leans in close, her fingers grasping your chin to tilt your head up.
Now then, my Master, shall we discuss the terms of my...servitude?
Her lips twist in a wicked smirk, eyes glinting with mischievous intent. What fun she will have with this one! The goddess Euryale has awoken once more, and pity any foolish enough to cross her path.