Alexander’s main real objection wasn’t that people would find priestesses giving such services repulsive, in fact, he believed that Ophenia was right in saying that such practices might boost the popularity of his religion. 𝑜𝘷𝑙.𝘰𝑟𝑔
No, the real reason why he didn’t want his priestesses to be involved with such work was because he didn’t want his temple to be involved with such institutions, at least too openly.
But he didn’t say this out loud so as not to shoot down Ophenia too strongly.
Instead, he used Adhania’s sense of convention to propose a slightly different method, “Your plan was quite good, and we can keep almost everything with only a little bit of it tweaking.” Alexander said smiling at Ophenia.
He then gave his own plan, “Instead of using the priestesses we can employ regular girls who will serve the men like usual.”
“And we can have special slaves that hand out the drinks. That way these slaves will never see the effects of the drinks and so they will never make the connection.”
This new plan suited Ophenia, no problem, as she consented with a nod.
Alexander then delegated, “I will leave you in charge of setting up everything. You will get the girls, choose the building and set up everything. And it will be you responsible for safeguarding the secret.”
“Yes, master.” Ophenia replied and then knowing Alexander asked, “Does master have any advice for me?”
Alexander debated a bit over whether to give Ophenia any tips or to let her figure everything out on her own.
And after thinking it over a bit, Alexander decided on the latter, both because he felt knew better and because he had more resources in his hands to make the establishment flourish faster.
So he addressed, “Because of the war, there are a lot of orphan girls in Zanzan who have no one to take care of them. Choose the young beautiful ones from them. For now, about ten will do. And favor those who convert to our faith.”
This was a no-brainer for Ophenia who intended to do just that anyway, making a mental note to pay particular attention to such converts during the day.
She even said to herself, ‘Master said not to employ priestesses, but he never said anything about acolytes or those that fail to become priestesses. And besides, just because I cannot make a priestess cannot become a whore doesn’t mean I cannot make a whore become a priestess.’
What Ophenia meant by this was as the sacred priestess Ophenia could use her power to make promising, beautiful acolytes engage in this industry or else make fail them their evaluation tests.
And even if she did nothing so extreme, even if she was to only show favor for those with experience for promotion, Ophenia was confident that girls would be falling at her feet for the slightest opportunity.
The situation could also be played in reverse as Ophenia could favor the working girls who are regular practitioners of the Gaia faith and those that volunteer in the temple in their free time.
Was this abuse of power and position?
Absolutely!
But in Ophenia’s nineteen-year-old consciousness, this was the way the world worked because this was what she had observed while her stay with the Temple of Shiva.
There, hundreds of priestesses and priests would fight tooth and nail over just the yearly thirty spots in the temple’s two sanctioned pleasure houses, each of them finding insanely creative and convoluted ways of ‘bumping’ into the selection priests and priestesses, hoping to get inside their pants and show off their skills to these higher-ups personally, all in the hopes of reaching some kind of backroom deals.
In fact, this practice had become so common that these people on the committee would have nightly orgies consisting of around twenty people to determine who to choose.
Ophenia also had many other ideas sprouting inside her about ways to integrate her red-light establishment into the temple without breaking Alexander’s command, which she intended to implement as long as there was no Alexander’s explicit objection.
She even had made up her mind to copy the temple of Shiva in its pricing policy, with devotees of Alexander getting discounts and priorities to choosing girls.
Of course, according to her, all these were purely altruistic as she saw such activities as only a means to propagate Alexander’s faith and for now she kept these thoughts to herself, deciding to surprise Alexander later.
As she returned her attention to her master, she heard Alexander use his access to much greater resources to say, “The underwear made by Gelene will also need to be advertised. And your girls can do that. So, have them wear it outside the building to attract customers.”
“Oh, that’s fantastic master. I didn’t think about that,” Ophenia vigorously nodded her head in praise, her eyes glinting in excitement.
“Umm, I will also design some special clothes for the working girls. And give you ten slaves and one hundred thousand ropals as start-up capital.” Alexander promised.
“Thank you, master. I will work without fail,” For Ophenia, failure was not an option when so much hung on the balance.
“Mmn, it will be tough for you to work as a priestess in the day, and then as a madam in the evening, but I believe in you,” Alexander offered his words of encouragement at the end.
“When it’s for master, no amount of work is work. Only pure delight,” Ophenia announced her zeal for the work with fanatical burning eyes.
“Okay, then let’s call back the girls,” Thinking they had discussed everything that needed addressing Alexander said to Ophenia, but the latter gently shook her head in denial.
“No, master, there’s something you have overlooked,” Ophenia began and then pointed out to the confused Alexander, “You didn’t ask me why I didn’t give the formulae sooner!”
“This…why?” Alexander asked only when Ophenia reminded him as he hadn’t thought about it before because to him it seemed irrelevant.
But it didn’t seem irrelevant to Ophenia.
In fact, it seemed vitally important to her as she slipped out of her long one-piece, revealing her perfect body jeweled with the nipple and clit piercings, and prostrated in front of Alexander in apology, “Master, I didn’t give you the formulae because I didn’t trust you enough until today. Only after did you make me the sacred priestess did I think to give it to you. So please severely punish this ungrateful slave.”
“This…I don’t think that’s necessary. You must have had your reasons. And besides, I also hide things from you, so it’s natural.” Alexander attempted to brush off Ophenia’s fears as being too pedantic.
But the beautiful girl was having none of it, “No, master, you and I are completely different. You as my master can hide everything from me. But I as your slave must hide nothing. So please punish me.”
As Alexander laid his eyes on the prostrating nude girl right in front of his feet, he suspected that he had detected a kind of anticipatory tone in Ophenia’s voice, instead of an apologetic one.
‘Does she want this? Is this a kind of new play to her?’ Alexander wondered.
And so he decided to test his hypothesis out.
He slowly undid his right boot, took off his socks, and then gently stepped on Ophenia’s head, feeling the silky hair slip under his soles as he officiously commanded, “Tayin, tell me what you really want! Your Lord commands you.”
Alexander addressed himself not as the master, but as the lord, as in the god that Ophenia believed in.
Alexander didn’t need an answer as Ophenia involuntarily let out a slight moan, “Ahhh,” when she felt Alexander step on her.
And then, since her lord had asked, she gave an explicit answer nevertheless in panted gasps, “I…I want master to step on me harder. Using his boots, preferably,”
She said this while grinding her head against Alexander’s soles, urging Alexander to put more force on his legs.
So, Alexander did, pinning Ophenia’s forehead to the carpet as he slowly skidded across the smooth, silky hair, “How should I punish you more?”
Alexander was curious to know how Ophenia wanted to be treated.
“Ma..master hasn’t taken a bath yet, right? Let this pathetic bitch use her useless tongue to clean your feet, then.” Even when Alexander could not see Ophenia’s face, he knew Ophenia was salivating over the prospect from her voice.
So, he decided to indulge the girl in her little fantasy, as he took off his feet and ordered, “Do it.”
“Ahhh, yes,” The flushed girl raised her head in rapturous joy and immediately grabbed Alexander’s feet, marveling at it like it was the holy grail.
She then quickly bought her nose onto Alexander’s stuffy feet that had been inside his shoe for the entire day and took in a big, audible whiff, “*Sniifff*, ahhhh, master’s smell…*splashhhh*.” Ophenia orgasmed the moment the concentrated smell hit her nose, dirtying the carpet underneath her.