You reach for the lion mask. It’s covered in glittering gold, with an onyx nose, and the eyes are outlined in light green emeralds. You set it onto your face – it’s light, and easy to see through. One of the women helps you tie it behind your head and while looking at yourself in the mirror, it occurs to you that you are technically a lioness, since your mask doesn’t have a mane.
“Ooh, this is one of my favorite ones,” the first woman says.
“Mine too,” says the second.
“I agree,” says the third. “All that –” she begins, and then looks over at you, grinning. “Roaring,” she finishes.
Her tease has given the others long enough to find a gold shift to pull over you. It matches the mask perfectly, and falls down to your knees, and then they bring you matching gold gladiator sandals, which t
