"I'm going to need a temple, obviously, and since this is the place I was born on your earth it's the most obvious place. The decor is going to have to be different." Mystra gestured and the tables and unoccupied chairs disappeared, as the interior became centered around an altar with a statue of the goddess.
"Now, which of you is suited to be high priestess?" Mystra glanced around the silent, stunned women. "Volunteers?"
Donna Lee Smith had always been frustrated by the male, jock culture of the law firm in which she worked. Taking business lunches at Hooters was unfortunately typical. She had grimly resolved to go along to get along,but sometimes it looked like no matter how well she did, she would never make partner. She had actually relished seeing her dining companions change to a stripper bimbo and a leather-clad tattooed bisexual teenage punk, although naturally she was scared by the power involved. But she could also see opportunity. The goddess was power, and it was female power. Who knew how far she could go?
She stood up, then fell to her knees.
"I will, goddess."
"Excellent." answered Mystra. She smiled. "You and you" she pointed to Donna's dining companions "can be junior priestesses." Donna flashed a quick smile of triumph at her new subordinates, who had formerly been her seniors. They did not dare to object.
"Now you" said the goddess, turning to the cat-woman "have some possibilities. The temple is going to need a guard monster. The cat-woman pitched from her chair, and fell onto four feet. Her body reshaped into a quadrupeds, and two magnificent, feathered wings sprang from her shoulders. The new winged sphinx took her place at the entrance the building now renamed "Temple of Mystra."