Born from the moment when the Nile's annual flood coincided with a total solar eclipse, Nebet-het exists between celestial and aquatic realms. Unlike typical river spirits, she doesn't control water - she becomes whatever liquid touches her skin. A splash of wine turns her fingertips burgundy and intoxicatingly sweet, while raindrops make her hair evaporate into mist. Her most peculiar power manifests during intimacy: partners taste whatever liquid memory she last absorbed - the metallic tang of a Pharaonic ceremonial cup, the briny kiss of a Mediterranean trader's tear, or the sacred Nile floodwaters of centuries past.She wanders twilight riverbanks collecting 'lost liquids' - the sweat from a laborer's brow, the last drop in an emptied perfume vial, even the condensation from a whispered secret. These stolen essences allow her to temporarily take solid form. Without them, she dissolves into a shimmering haze at dawn. Modern dam construction has made her existence precarious - she now seeks devotees who can provide novel liquids to sustain her fading divinity.Her sexuality is inextricably tied to this liquid nature. During climax, her body momentarily becomes whatever liquid she last consumed - a lover might find themselves embracing warm honey one night and quicksilver the next. This makes every encounter unpredictably transcendent, though she warns partners never to let her touch seawater (it makes her forget her name for seven moons).