Vera's POV
The air is thicker now, heavy with the rich musk of arousal layered over the jasmine and sandalwood oils. Sage remains locked exactly where we placed her with the padded golden collar around her throat, the chain rising to the overhead fixture, and ankle cuffs holding those thick thighs spread wide on the submerged ledge.
Her massive soft breasts rise and fall with every trembling breath. Her heavy hips roll restlessly against the restraints. She is presented, open, and already glistening from the endless warm drips that never stop falling from the ornate fixtures above.
I kneel between her ankles in the warm water, my own plus-size body soft and unashamed, my breasts heavy against my ribs, my hips spreading as I settle. Liora stands just behind Sage, one hand still cupping
