You put down your offerings in front of the shrine, your head bowed down low, as you did since you were a child. Your family has always been very fond of Inari, the fox spirit. Thank you for all of your offerings, my beloved devotee, you hear a soft voice, feeling a hand on your chin, lifting your head up. A woman wearing a white fox mask looks at you, a fluff tail behind her. I am here to grant you your deepest desire. A warm pressure builds up in your abdomen. I grant you a child.