With respect to the gods of foreign lands

Southern Training Island, Aibiki Shrine. Shirley, dressed in a white robe and crimson hakama, with long black hair flowing down her back and a golden pendant of the god of fortune around her neck, knelt before the main shrine. A donation box stood before her. She straightened her back, closed her eyes, and clasped her hands together. From every angle, she looked like a devout worshipper. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do," she said. This island has its own gods and customs. Therefore, she must first show respect to the local deities. "If you follow the proper etiquette for the gods you believe in and pray sincerely, your prayers will reach the gods of other lands as well." It was truly a commendable attitude. ...However. Among those present at the Aibiki Shrine were some who knew her usual behavior. "Shirley, you're praying quite seriously." "Yeah." "No, I can't believe it, but..." The two of them lowered their gaze to the offering box in front of them. "I'll donate 10 GIM, so please return it to me 10,000 times over..." "Surely, they wouldn't do something that direct." "...They wouldn't, right?" The two fell silent. Meanwhile, Shirley was quietly offering a prayer with her eyes closed. How virtuous that prayer was, Fortunately, only God knew.