There are others?

The question tore itself from Lois Lane's lips, stronger even than the need for opium.

"Yes!" Circe said, levering herself, and the naked reporter, up. Lois heard the rings in her labia jangle as she allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. "In the last few weeks, this place had given me...the opportunity to indulge myself. Yes, you must see them. My Mara and Jenny, Diana and Tonya..."

Mara de la Cruz. Jenny Dunlap. Diana Reynolds. Tonya Wong. Lois Lane thought murkily. She knew those names...the names of the women who had gone missing. The women she had come to find.

Circe's hands slid down to Lois Lane's pierced clitoral hood...and the reporter grunted as the sorceress tugged gently. The reporter stared down and saw a fine silver chain extended from the clit-ring, leading to a ring on Circe's left hand. With this leash, the naked sorceress stepped ahead of Lois and led her to a door that stood free in the air.

The reporter could muster little surprise when it opened into what appeared to be harem, of black marble and green silk, lit by glowing gems that hung from the ceiling on chains of silver.

"Come, come...who shall I show you first..." Circe said as she srode into the center of the large room. On low couches, naked and bored, lazed four women...but they little resembled the women that Lois had come to find.