12
Sienna
I push open the heavy black curtains leading into the pool house and step inside. The heat hits me, a contrast to the balmy evening outside, making me gasp. The stench of power, shot through with incense, overwhelms me.
Lit discreetly in the corners are glowing sticks stuck into the ground, bathing the space in notes of sandalwood and magnolia.
What looked like a two-floor Victorian structure from outside has transformed.
The space is big, much bigger than I would have imagined it to be. On one side an indoor pool―heated, judging by the steam rising off it.
On the far side women in swimsuits laze by the pool. One of them shrugs off her top. Dives in. Avid eyes follow her even as the conversation never ceases.
O-k-a-y.
Closer to me, men talk to each other. Men, with sculpt
