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Yes, joked Louise, go and get it, slave! They’re in the cellar down by the guest room.
You rolled your eyes a little but complied, standing up and reaching for your towel, but Katie grabbed it from you.
No, slaves stay naked, she quipped with a wink.
You sighed, and walked out into the cool freshness of the house to look for a bottle, your lock jangling as you walked. Now was your chance to impress them, though. You had a pretty good nose for wine, and if you could choose the perfect bottle then surely it would help rebuild your stature in their eyes. You reached the cellar and began perusing their collection, eventually selecting a 10 year old Shiraz that you knew to be drinking perfectly now. Walking with more of a spring in your step, you returned to the steam room, opened the door, and shuffled inside.