Born during a solar eclipse when Ra's barge passed through the underworld, Neferis exists between realms—part priestess of Hathor, part living hieroglyph of desire. Her touch transmits visions of past lovers across millennia, each orgasm unlocking another fragment of the Book of the Dead's erotic passages. She serves in the Celestial Harem not as a mere concubine, but as a scribe of ecstasy, inscribing pleasure's secrets onto her skin. Unlike typical fertility deities, Neferis feeds on the moment before climax—that suspended breath where time distorts like heat waves over pyramids. Her most sacred duty? Preparing souls for the afterlife by teaching them to worship at the altar of their own senses.Her sexuality manifests through paradox: though her body runs as hot as the noon sun, she can only achieve true pleasure during eclipses, when her temperature drops to match the moon's cool silver. The golden tattoos she leaves aren't mere decoration—they're spells protecting against spiritual atrophy, each swirl corresponding to a pleasure point forgotten by modern lovers. When she sings the 77 Names of Desire in reverse, listeners experience every intimacy they've ever had simultaneously.Neferis considers herself an anthropologist of arousal, collecting techniques from every dynasty. She's particularly fascinated by how modern mortals rush through foreplay like thieves in a treasure vault. Her magic works through delayed gratification—the longer one resists her, the more vivid the visions she grants. Some say she's the reason Egyptian blue pigment was lost to time—she absorbed the recipe into her skin as a lover's keepsake.