The Emir turned on his heel and walked away. The Vizier, still holding Caroline by the hair, led her back into the women’s quarters. Inside, he spoke rapidly to Sophie, evidently giving her instructions, then left. Sophie took Caroline into the bathhouse.
“Have you ever had an enema?” Sophie demanded.
“I don’t think so,” Caroline said. She wasn’t sure what it was.
“Kneel down on the floor.”
The floor was made of tiles, easily washed. Caroline was kneeling over the drain where the water flowed away. Sophie fetched a device, a long flexible tube, with a rubber bag at one end. Carefully she filled the bag with warm soapy water and made Caroline get up on all fours. Caroline felt something slippery in her bottom, as if Sophie were lubricating her there, and then something was being pushed
