Your fellow priestess, a girl named Irina who works with you to run this remote temple, has been cursed by the gods, her body altered in an embarrassing way. And of course, the gods loving their ironic punishments, she doesn't even smell bad. In fact, she smells really good. Mind-meltingly good. Worshipping her body forever good. Will you break out of y- you know what? I can't do this. You're going to just sit there slobbering her pits, and that's fine with me. I recommend Krake for his creativity, he is a verified "imagine the smell" chad.
Also, I gotta stop trying to write out these degenerate prompts for a little while. My last story was that superdrug full body hotglue, and simply put the depravity has to take a break!