"So this is what Baptism is like...?" Isabela asked as a maid cleaned her nails with a delicate file in precise movements.
A veteran leaning back in a chair next to her answered without opening her eyes:
"Yes. Is there anything better than this?"
The courtyard was all decorated, with lanterns of various colors floating, fresh flowers in vases, soft rugs covering the cold stone.
It smelled good, lavender, vanilla, something floral that Isabela couldn't name.
There were maids moving silently carrying trays of tea, fruit, warm towels and more...
Students scattered in groups, laughing, talking, enjoying themselves.
Kira was being massaged, lying on the table, while the maid was working on her back.
The volume of her breasts pressed against the table made her casually comment:
"I thought Baptism was something scary... like a macabre initiation ritual..."
She barely finished speaking...
They heard a scream echoing from outside the women's wing. Someone running past.
