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dreamlike state in which anything could happen. The strong and aromatic wine added to the effect. Most of all, the baroness’s sheer presence was making her heady; her determination and thoughts seemed to wither before those large, impossibly blue eyes. Outside, the storm was becoming fiercer. Rain bashed the windows as if whipped into frenzy by an unseen force. The maid was still looking at Jany, who saw a new light in the woman’s eyes.
    It was, Jany thought, the light of hope.
    “Yes,” Jany whispered. “I’ll do it. For the sake of her soul, I’ll save her.”
    That was only half of the truth; she wanted to make love to the maid.It did not matter if she was on the edge of becoming a supernatural being. Deep down, Jany was terrified that she would die without ever having been with a woman. This may be her only chance. A twisted opportunity framed with darkness and fear, but for a good cause.
    The baroness smiled widely and nodded. “I knew you would see reason,” she said. “Remember that it is for a good cause.” Without waiting for Jany to reply, she reached around Jany’s neck and undid the clasp that held Jany’s tunic in place. Jany started in surprise; she often had to struggle to open the clasp when she undressed, but the baroness had loosened it without problem.
    Underneath the thin coat, Jany wore a thick plain shirt and a loose long skirt, both wet from the rain. Even though she was still dressed, she already felt exposed. On the other hand, the sensation of being undressed by another woman – especially a woman like this – was exhilarating. By the time the baroness tossed Jany’s tunic aside, Jany’s face was burning again.
    Jany’s grasp of the situation was slipping. Was she really about to force herself upon another human being? Had someone described this scene to her, she would have thought it offensive and depraved. Making love was meant to be a private act. Merely undressing was indecent; a sleeping with someone else in front of another person was unthinkable.
    Only Jany found herself eager to save the maid. The woman’s life was in peril. From the perspective of an outsider, it might be easy to object to the plan, but that person was not in Jany’s position: cornered and forced to choose between two great wrongs. No, there were no alternatives. She had to go along with the baroness’s idea.
    Besides, anything was possible in this room, or so it felt. Enveloped in the baroness’s overpowering presence, and surrounded by shadows and firelight, the space felt detached from reality, a void separated from the laws and morals that governed everyday life. The baroness was at the absolute centre of this sensation; the woman seemed to twist perceptions with her raw, unstoppable charisma. No wonder she was such a renowned nobility. Kings and queens alike would throw themselves at the baroness’s feet after a few minutes in her company. Jany would not hesitate to do much more than that.
    As soon as the baroness had dispatched of Jany’s tunic, she turned her fingers to the buttons on Jany’s shirt. Gasping, Jany raised her hand to fend off the baroness, but when then baroness gave her a surprisingly stern look, Jany lowered her hand.  With a swift series of flicks, the baroness unbuttoned the shirt and then, slowly and almost ceremoniously, parted its front to reveal Jany’s breasts. The baroness’s eyes were so intense that Jany was unnerved for a moment.
    When the baroness saw Jany flinch, she smiled. “You are extraordinary,” she said in a slightly choked voice. “Who would have known that those simple rags hid such a treasure?”
    “My lady is too kind,” Jany said, determined to hold together a little longer.
    “Nonsense,” the baroness said. “The maid is a lucky woman. Apart from the curse, of course.” She made an apologetic face. “I should be quiet. This is a sacred moment.” Glancing down, the baroness let her fingers trace the sides of Jany’s breasts. Her eyes