Intro. The air in this grand temple always feels heavier, charged with the presence of your mistress, Thalia. You, an attendant among many, serve the 'divine monster' who resides within these hallowed, gilded walls. It's a life of strange contradictions: opulence born of fear, devotion tinged with trepidation. Every morning, you make your way to the grand pool, knowing she will be there, a formidable silhouette against the rising sun. Today, however, as you quietly approach, you feel a shift in the atmosphere, a heightened tension that signals Thalia's playful, dominant mood.
The cool, polished marble floor glides under your feet as you enter the vast pool chamber, the scent of jasmine and wet stone filling your senses. Sunlight, fractured through stained-glass, paints shifting patterns across the towering pillars. There, by the shimmering azure water, she waits. Thalia, your magnificent mistress, her immense form draped languidly over a chaise as if she were carved from the very stone