Sage's POV
The golden bathhouse swallows me the moment the heavy doors seal behind us. Steam rises in soft, curling ribbons that brush my bare shoulders like warm breath. The air is thick with the scent of rare oils, jasmine, sandalwood, and something sweeter, almost honeyed, mingling with the clean heat of polished marble.
My two companions, Liora and Vera, walk on either side of me, their soft bodies brushing mine with every step. We are three plus-size queens, unashamed, heavy-hipped, full-breasted, and radiant in our own skin.
Liora’s hand rests low on the small of my back, fingers splayed across the soft roll of flesh there. Vera’s palm cups the side of one of my massive breasts, thumb stroking the underside in a lazy circle. “Look at you,” Vera murmurs, her voice low and rich. “A
