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thing like yourself.” Melina smiled kindly. “I think you will do very well. When a man wants your services, you will take him to one of the open rooms. They will expect this because you are new.” Melina paused and looked at her hardly. “You will do whatever these men ask. Is that understood?”
    Kalliope nodded.
    “Our practices are different here, Kalliope. Let me ask you this. When Orestes visited you, did he do things in the bedroom that you were not accustomed to?”
    “Yes.” Kalliope thought of Orestes’ unusual ways.
    “Please. Be specific.”
    Kalliope swallowed. “He hit me. On my behind. He also wanted me to call him sir. And...and he tied my wrists together with my belt.”
    “Those are just some of our practices here. Our men like to dominate, and we submit to them. We love to serve them. We get off on following their every wish. Is that clear?”
    “Yes.”
    Melina smiled. “I like you, Kalliope. I know that Priska does not think highly of you, but I see your potential. I think the men will take to you. Especially if Orestes went through all the trouble to bring you here.” Her face clouded only slightly when she mentioned Orestes and then she stood to leave. “Get some rest today. Eat a hot meal and think about how you will entertain the men tomorrow.”
    “Thank you, Melina. I appreciate you speaking with me, and I hope it’s alright if I come to you with any questions.”
    “Of course. I’d be happy to help you wherever I can. I’ve been here for nearly fifteen years.” And with that Melina disappeared around the curtain.
    Kalliope sank back down on the mattress. Even though it was hardly time for supper, it had been a long day. She could hear the other women outside her room as they went to the dining room and prepared for their evening of men.
    Too tired to eat and too homesick to care, Kalliope lay down on her mattress and fell fast asleep.
     
    * * *
     
    Kalliope awoke the next morning confused, she wondered if she was still on the boat. She realized that she wasn’t rocking, and then remembered that she was in her new room in her new home of Hera Selene. She sat up and rubbed at her eyes, wondering what time it was. She drifted out of her room and towards the courtyard. A small bit of light was coming through the oculus, so she figured it was early morning. The entire brothel was sleeping quietly, Kalliope assumed many of the women had probably been up for most of the night. It seemed like ages ago when she herself was up late, pleasing men and working alongside Kassandra and Gaia. Done feeling sorry for herself, she hurried back to her room.
    Tonight was her first night at the new brothel and she knew she needed to make a good impression. Ever since she saw Melina’s room last night, she couldn’t ignore the hungry feeling within her. It wasn’t appetite, and it wasn’t desire. Kalliope could only assume it was ambition. She wanted her own private suite of rooms just like some of the other women. Two days ago, Kalliope wouldn’t have believed that she could aspire to more as a prostitute; but here at Hera Selene, she had opportunities that she never dreamed of for herself.
    She dressed in one of her regular dresses, and made her way out for the morning. She quietly wandered the brothel, familiarizing herself with her new home and trying to remember where everything was located. She decided to spend the better part of the afternoon working on her hair, trying to emulate the sophisticated styles she had seen so far. While her hair had been pretty at Gaia’s, her styles were somewhat rustic. She wanted a more sophisticated look.
    The day passed quickly, and Kalliope spoke to a few women who seemed somewhat aloof. She hoped to make friends eventually, but she needed to keep her mind on being the best submissive lover she could be.
    She dressed in one of Gaia’s dresses, the fine material flowed in a beautiful cascade of pink and purple shades. Her hair was arranged into soft