Damien was looking up at the sky, and all the distorted figures weren't exactly helping the day go by either, due to his own creepy imagination, almost everything was out of the ordinary, especially the origami figures he had conjured. Serving tea, and the feminine figures of most of the objects walking around weren't even considered female, although, monster-girls were certainly a fetish of his he had taken up on. As normal as it sounded to him, others would highly frown upon what is deemed unworthy in his righteous books, and as the day passed by, it only revolved around how anti-social he was becoming. Even the figures that had once become beautiful females with many different appearances had worn out to the appearance of these strange figures within his own kingdom. Especially after trying to alter their appearances a little more, nothing happened, as if he could get anything done by lounging around and lusting after...paper women?
That was too strange for his own liking, and then snapped his fingers making all of it disappear instantly, soon he was surrounded by a grassy knoll, waves of grass flowing in unison with the wind blowing east. Soon Damien found his black boots carrying him towards a lovely little hut resting it what looked like the middle of nowhere, before he finally found peace, shutting the wooden door behind him. The hut itself wasn't too large, big enough to accommodate one person, and the height of the door frame was big enough for him to stand up in too. The 6'2" figure of the God of Lust would be intimidating to anyone shorter than him, but that made no difference right now as he slowly shifted a bit.
A stir in the wind caused him to pause, and then an idea came to mind, Earth was a perfect denizen for many beauties he could control to his will, nor would they wear out or completely disobey him as he could control their minds to bend to his own will. The slim, muscular figure hidden underneath his white shirt was now stretching out, as he then sat down at a small round table, looking into a glass ball at the most gorgeous, curvy female he had seen in a while. A tent already making it's way inside his black trousers, gently rubbing it through his pants, and licking his thin lips, while blue eyes stared intently at this heavenly figure. He had to have her, Damien would watch her during the day for the moment, and with a snap of his fingers, she'd feel a strange urge creeping within her to play with herself.