Now for a display.

Ruth sat up suddenly. "Follow me," she said. "I'd like to show you something."

Ross and Madison silently followed. Ross reached out to hold her hand and whispered a word of gratitude into her ear. She smiled hazily in response.

They walked down a set of stone steps to the immaculate pool, then turned to move towards the west side of the house. Rounding the corner, a large amphitheater came into view. A tall, muscular man was standing at attention near a side door, his cock fully engorged. "Set us up a play," she said to him. "Something modern. No clothes."

He nodded and entered the house. Ruth continued walking towards the amphitheater. "I have an army of golems at my command," Ruth explained. "One finds all sorts of creative uses for them."

"Um, why are they all naked?" Ross asked. Madison continued to smile politely at nothing as they walked hand-in-hand.

Ruth eyed him sharply. "Not ten minutes ago you confessed to turning my daughter's golem into a sex doll. My motivations are much the same as yours. Believe it or not, Madison's father and I were once very enthusiastic about the possibilities..."

"Gross," Madison said listlessly. Ruth ignored her.

"Even at my age, I can appreciate erotic beauty in all of its shapes and sizes. For example-"

She stopped a golem who was walking quickly past them to the theatre. It was a petite Asian woman with piercing green eyes, an athletic build, and small but perky breasts. The golem turned and smiled.

"May I help you, ma'am?"

"Dance for us. Make it sensual."

The nude woman nodded compliantly and raised her arms above her head. Closing her eyes, she began to gyrate rhythmically. She put one hand to her cheek and bit her lip in a somehow **** display of sexual longing, while the other ran up and down her rib cage. She slowly rotated, her breath heavy and sultry in the twilight air. Her steady, insistent undulations reminded Ross of a belly dancer. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal and occasional soft sighs escaped her delicate lips.

Ross was beyond uncomfortable, but Madison just smiled. "Isn't she good, honey?"

Before he could answer, Ruth had hooked another golem. This woman was completely different; she was tall, with a Mediterranean complexion and a gentle femininity. She had full breasts, a generous ass, and very wide hips with a cinched waist and toned thighs. Ruth repeated the command and she began to dance as well.

The distinction was obvious immediately. The second woman whipped her long dark hair around behind her back and thrust her shoulders back. Fixing Ruth with a smoldering gaze, she moved her torso back and forth in a series of staccato motions that caused her heavy breasts to ripple seductively. She stepped forward and put one hand on Ruth's shoulder and ran another across her own lips.

"That's enough, thank you." With Ruth's statement both golems return to a neutral pose, smiling politely. The taller one spoke.

"Can we help you with anything else, ma'am?"

"Not right now. Please continue with your duties."

The pair nodded and left in the direction of the theatre. Ruth turned back to the astonished Ross and the woozily cheerful Madison.

"See, these aren't just mass-produced servant golems. My house is staffed by a legion of golems handcrafted for both physical and behavioral elegance. Notice how each took advantage of its unique physical form to interpret my command differently? If you asked five dozen different golems for the same thing, you'd get five dozen unique performances. That's why they're all nude, Ross. Because each one of these things is a work of art."

Ross shifted uncomfortably and Madison giggled. "You've got a boner," she pointed out. He blushed and started to stammer an apology when Ruth laughed and clapped him on the back.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, young man! I see more erect penises everyday than any woman alive. In fact, I'm glad to see you're finally enjoying the accommodations."

"But Madison..."

Her genial smile vanished. "I told you not to call that thing Madison. As far as I'm concerned, you're an art collector hoping to buy my favorite item. You've convinced me that you'll be a good steward of my husband's finest work, which does not require any sexual discretion as far as I'm concerned."

"I'm just glad you two are getting along," Madison mumbled.