IRENA
I stand up after my massage, rolling my shoulders in delight. "Thank you, you really know your way around a woman's body," I say, smirking at the masseuse.
She smirks back at me, "Why thank you, Irena."
My masseuse, Izzy, is also a member of our LGBTable, and whenever I book in a massage I always try to get her. I tip her well, walking out of the room.
I got my hair done this morning, my bangs freshly cut and my colour refreshed. I had also had my regular wax which is scheduled in once a month, and my nails refreshed. I had mind linked Anthony earlier to ask if we could talk about my job, and I was on my way to meeting him in the meeting room of the second floor, where the guards of the castle lived. I smell Ama before I see her, looking up and smiling brightly until I see what
