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mid-sized, neat, uncluttered room. In the center of the room, a girl with short chestnut hair was reading on her bed. She was, as Bastien had led him to expect, quite naked. Still, it was a shock. She made no movement to cover herself, nor did she look the least bit embarrassed. She simply regarded both men through assessing, trusting eyes over the top of her book.
    “Good evening, Fiona,” Bastien said, nodding to her. “I am showing Monsieur Chandler around.”
    “Hello, Monsieur Chandler,” Fiona replied with a flirtatious smile. Her twanging Southern accent sounded strangely out of place in the posh surroundings.
    “Fiona came to us from Georgia,” Bastien explained. “A peach in every sense of the word. We presently have girls from eleven different countries here at the Maison. Sometimes more, sometimes less. The desire to serve has no nationality. The visas and paperwork keep our lawyer busy, but it all works out.”
    He shut the door on Fiona and took Kai to the next room, this one on the left. Again, the lovely occupant was sprawled on the bed naked; however, she was not reading. Her legs were splayed open and she was masturbating with one hand and squeezing her breasts with the other. Again, not the slightest hint of embarrassment. Kai, however, was glad his skin tone hid the flush in his cheeks.
    “Good girl, Cecile,” murmured Bastien, before backing out and closing the door. He turned to Kai. “We teach them nothing sexual is shameful. It requires deprogramming in some cases, where women have been taught from a young age that sexuality is sinful or shameful. We use every method at our disposal to reverse that belief.” Bastien smiled. “As you can see, girls like Cecile have learned to embrace their sexual urges without any modicum of reserve.”
    Kai could see all right. He’d wanted to fall on Cecile, with her bountiful breasts and her glistening pussy. Bastien, however, continued down the hall. “Something you may want to consider, Kai, is what type of woman would best be a match for you. Here at Maison Odalisque, we have all body types, all hair and eye colors, and a great many ethnicities. And while language is not a necessity between Master and odalisque, you may prefer one with a good command of English. Or--pardon me--Hindi?”
    Kai shook his head. “I’m afraid I’m totally Americanized. My mother tried to teach me, but...”
But I was a bad son. I had no time for her wants, her needs.
He could have conquered the Bollywood digital film industry if he’d made half an effort to pick up the language and culture. His father hadn’t been any help, encouraging him to embrace everything American while belittling his mother’s Indian habits and customs. Only once had they flown to India to meet his mother’s family. It was a short, overwhelming experience in culture shock. When Kai lost his mother, he realized too late that he’d lost all chance of knowing that side of himself. “It would probably be better to choose an American girl,” Kai said. “I’ll be keeping her in Malibu.”
    Bastien took him to three or four more rooms. All the girls were friendly and as openly assessing of Kai as he was of them. “Do they have a choice?” Kai asked. “I mean, in who acquires them? Veto power?”
    “Of course. Everything here is one hundred percent consensual. If a woman has misgivings about a man who wants to take her, we work with both parties to find consensus. If, after a period of consideration, it’s still a no--for whatever reason--we respect that. It would be a disaster to send a woman off to sexually serve a man she feels antipathy for.”
    “But what if she gets where she’s going and realizes afterward they’re not compatible? Or what if the man decides he doesn’t want her after all?”
    “Good questions. I suppose I must start by explaining that the odalisque is protected by someone called an overmistress. We don’t send them off to the far corners of the world without a