There is a familiar haze rising from the room. The air is thick but not stifling. The setting sun creates dazzling orange beams filtering between the stone columns framing the outdoor bathhouse. It's hard to believe its already been 6 months since I was accepted into the order. The days have been a wonderful blur of learning to conform to the needs of the high priestess and her adepts. Although I haven't had the honor of serving the high priestess herself, I look forward to it more than anything.
"Pay attention Blake!" Adam whispers at me urgently. "Stop admiring her unless you are called for. We can't let the water get cold." But I can't help it. She's mesmerizing in her movements. Like a swaying cobra that may strike at any moment yet you cant pull your eyes away. The red silk robe barely hides her curvy figure and erect nipples. She's starting to sweat and I catch a single droplet forming at the top of her inner thigh and follow as it makes its way down past her knee then turns slightly around the side of her calve muscle, then across her and ankle and finally dripping off her toe.