Fidella stood up at Antonia’s behest and made her way towards Iselda, whose eyes were brimming with unshed tears. They held hands in solidarity as they followed the mistress into the house. They were led to the mistress’ bathing pool, where a stand of oils was waiting for them. “Tomorrow will be a Voluptus party. She was the Goddess of pleasure in the time before reason. As our pleasure slaves, it is important that you are enticing and ethereal. We want our guests to feel like they are in paradise when they are with you, and in you,” Antonia explained, blind to the fury on the faces of both Iselda and Fidella. Antonia picked out one of the glass bottles of oil and handed it to Iselda. “I want you to look otherworldly, therefore I have purchased this oil which has a glittery sand insi

