"...you're pretty well screwed with this one, gods' affairs are pretty hard to mess with unless you manage to get another divine power to offset it," Lowris spat out.
"Wait, you mean I'm stuck like this? But, can't you cast a spell on me or something? I can't adventure like this!" Renia pouted as Lowris glowered at the way Renia's ears and tail --and something else-- had perked up at the word "screwed."
"Let me guess, it was a temple to an ancient god of wine?" Lowris pondered, rubbing her chin in thought. "I remember hearing once that such gods might give the person they blessed more control if given a libation as an offering...but I'm assuming you didn't bother with that and just guzzled the wine without thinking, huh?"
"But...it smelled so good..." Renia groused, her ears and tail now hanging a bit, although the rest of her didn't seem to notice.
"My hypothesis is you might go back to normal when the effect of the blessing wears down a bit, but there's a possibility it could just sort of 'recharge' itself for a while and turn you back into a satyr without warning," Lowris continued. "You know, satyrs and the god of wine are both known for their...fondness of sexual activity. Maybe if you go down to the brothels and satisfy your --" Lowris indicated the bottom half of Renia's body, "--needs, it may lessen intensity of the 'blessing'."
"Ooh, great idea, Lowris! That sounds like tons of fun!" Renia skipped over to the door on her little hooves, grinning impishly as she reached for the door. Then she hesitated, and turned back. "Um...could you spot me a few coins? We haven't actually sold the wine yet..."
"You are not selling that stuff without proper authorization!!" Lowris snarled at Renia, who again tried to pout but just came off looking like she was leering. "I'm not going to deal with half of Morphia turned into satyrs on my watch! Just the paperwork would take weeks!"
"But Lowris," Renia shined, "you know the appraisers always undervalue stuff like this when it goes through official channels! Just let me quietly find a collector and--"
"I'm reporting it as soon as I leave," Lowris growled. "So unless you want to be stuck satisfying your needs with your own hand for the next few weeks, I suggest you tell Tysel and Ovie to--"
"Fine, fine! I won't sell the wine without permission," Renia sulked, but perked up as soon as she caught the gold coin Lowris chucked at her head.
"Get out of here, I have real work to do without babysitting you all the time," Lowris grabbed her papers and charm and resumed the appearance of an old wizened wizard. Renia waved her off and scurried out, and Lowris trudged back towards her office. After completing her report on Renia and the god-blessed wine, Lowris prepared for her next client. It just so happened...