Divine Visitation
Sekhmet frowns. "The incubi, right. Mother, uh, sent them all to a deeper part of the palace and told them not to come back. I don't, uh, know why. But I haven't, uh, done anything about it yet." She shivers. "I'm a little worried what Prumathe would think if I was surrounded by attractive men." Sekhmet thinks about the other points though. "The, uh, way they define a good costume is, uh, different from me. I think, uh, if I were the one to choose, they wouldn't be happy with the result. But what would be a good prize? All their, uh, material wants are magically fulfilled by the, uh, palace. I can't give them a typical succubus, uh, prize." Message's postcognition definitely revealed that Sapphira gave out that prize frequently for various competitions, and actually followed through with it on the rare occasions the winner didn't make her jealous enough to annihilate them.