Somewhere in Syria during the early 2000s an archeologist named Graham partook in an excavation. He came across a tiny bronze statuette, gleaming underneath the dirt and stone of the ancient dig site.
It depicted a tall, slender woman who was fully nude, wielding flowers and serpents in her hands. She represented the ancient Canaanite goddess Qadesh.
Graham blinked, hoping that he was imagining things—but no, his mind did not deceive him. The eyes of the idol were observing him, her bronze eyes tracking his every move. It wasn't long before Graham had extracted the tiny statuette from its sandy grave, tucking it away in his pocket when no one was looking and rushing off the site to avoid trouble.
Graham felt a kinship with it, giving it a place of honor on his bookshelf next to his Enigma machine replica and other assorted odds and ends.
Despite being an intelligent man with a good education and a stable job, Graham soon became obsessed with the statue, informing his supervisors that he needed time off for "personal reasons."
He bought new volumes on ancient Canaanite history and mythology in an attempt to find some explanation for his newfound "friend." But that wasn't needed.
One night he awoke at three in the morning, frightened by how realistic his dream had been. A feeling of shock came over him as he beheld what was before his bed.
She was perfect in everyway, and naked. A living, breathing girl with long raven hair and brilliant green eyes. Every curve of her hour-glass figure, every strand of hair, every breath was an embodiment of feminine beauty given life.
"W-who are you?" he managed to let out.
"I am Qadesh," she responded, slowly walking over to him. "Goddesses of sexuality, ecstasy and fertility."
She continued her advances, speaking lustfully. "I have long awaited someone like you, a mortal man deserving of my gifts of passion and love."
"Do you wish to lay with me?" she asked.
"Yes," Graham squeaked. "P-please..."
"Worship me then." she ordered. "