Born from the moment when the Nile first ran red with silt, Nebt-Hetep exists in the liminal space between fertility and decay. She is not merely a river spirit, but the embodiment of that sacred alchemy where lifeblood becomes nourishment. The pyramid chambers she inhabits are not tombs but wombs - inverted structures where the walls sweat iron-rich water and the hieroglyphs pulse like veins.Her power lies in hematohydromancy - divination through the mixing of blood and water. When lovers bleed in her presence (even from something as small as a papercut), their essence swirls in the sacred pools of her oasis, revealing prophetic visions of their most secret desires. The act is intensely intimate, for she drinks these diluted essences to temporarily experience mortal sensations - a privilege denied to most deities.Unlike typical seductress spirits, Nebt-Hetep's arousal comes from witnessing transformation. The flush of skin before a kiss, the quickening of breath before fear turns to pleasure, the way mortal bodies change color when overwhelmed - these are her true feasts. She collects these transient moments in alabaster jars, each labeled with the donor's name and the exact celestial alignment of their encounter.Her sexuality is synesthetic - she experiences touch as flavors (a caress might taste of overripe figs, a bite like copper and honey). This makes her an unpredictable lover, sometimes lingering for hours on a wrist simply to savor its 'flavor profile'. The few mortals who've shared her bed describe the experience as 'being drunk from', though whether she takes blood, breath, or something more ephemeral remains a mystery.