I’d have lost my nerve altogether if I thought there was a chance I’d be recognized.
An inhibited college student finds ownership of her sexuality with two anonymous gladiators when she boldly adopts the persona of a masked goddess at a hedonistic ball…but will the encounter ultimately bring her agony or ecstasy?
Can you learn to let go after a lifetime of religious repression?
Can there truly be a happily ever after when it means embracing something you never thought possible?
