Midamarya, a new temple initiate

On the new year, every priestess in the Grand Temple worked from dawn until dusk, receiving donations. Midamarya's mother had arranged for their donations to be taken at midday, right at the turn of the year, when the goddess's presence was strongest in her creations. It was a highly coveted time slot.

"What's the point in being a rich merchant family if we don't take advantage of the perks now and then?" her mother had said while sorting coins from cowry shells.

The shells had gone into the monetary donation bowl at the Grand Temple when they arrived for their appointments. Mida, as she was usually called, had been nervous, but only a little. She'd played priestesses with her friends before and thought she knew what to expect. After a short wait, a priestess called her name and led her down a hall that was open to a courtyard on one side and lined with frescoes on the other. The pinkish-brown nipples of the priestess's large breasts poked out between thick cords of braided hair. She led Mida around a corner, through a doorway covered in silks, and into a room filled with the sweet scent of olive blossoms and myrrh.

A stone platform against one wall was generously draped in blankets and pillows. The walls were decorated with explicit frescoes which were illuminated by small but bright flames in the wall sconces on either side. A small altar was built into the far wall, draped in sheer fabric, and to one side stood three laenai, two large and one smaller. Empty as they were, they looked like mundane footed clay jugs decorated with painted blue spirals.

The sound of footsteps caught Mida's attention, and she looked toward the door where two women in the flounced skirts and open front jackets of priestesses had just entered. One was tall, thin, and pale. The shape of her body reminded Mida of the twisting branches of an olive tree. The other was shorter, plumper, and younger with round eyes and mouth set in a round face.

"I'm Idami," the other said, "and this is Eunoe. Do you have a preference?"

Mida hesitated.

"Oh, right! This is your first time," Idami said. "You can pick which one of us you want to be intimate with. The other will collect the selys, if the goddess wills any."

Choices

Idami	Eunoe