II. The Rose Maze
A new initiate must find her way through a living labyrinth where every wrong turn earns delicious punishment and every right turn brings her closer to Luna’s private bower…
A secret society of beautiful women meets every new moon
in a hidden garden where clothes are forbidden and desire is the only law.
Clara received a single black envelope sealed with silver wax. Inside: a pressed white rose and a card that read only “New moon. Midnight. Come naked beneath your cloak.” No address—just coordinates burned into her memory.
She arrived at an ancient iron gate hidden in the forest. Twelve women waited, all cloaked in midnight silk. When the bell tolled twelve, every cloak fell to the grass in perfect unison…
The garden was lit only by moonlight and thousands of glowing roses. Luna, the circle’s high priestess, stood at the center—tall, silver-haired, skin like porcelain. She took Clara’s hand and led her to the marble altar covered in velvet and petals.
“Tonight,” Luna whispered, lips brushing Clara’s ear, “you become one of us.”
Hands—soft, knowing hands—explored her from every direction. Fingers traced her collarbones, lips tasted the curve of her neck, tongues drew slow circles around her nipples until she was trembling. Someone knelt between her thighs and worshipped her with a mouth that knew exactly how to make her forget her own name.
They formed a circle around her, bodies pressed close, a living cathedral of female desire. Luna entered her slowly with warm, oiled glass while the others kissed, licked, and stroked every inch of Clara’s skin. She came so hard she saw stars bloom behind her eyelids.
At dawn they bathed her in rosewater and dressed her in a new cloak of deep crimson. “You are garden now,” Luna said, kissing her swollen lips. “Return every new moon—or stay forever.”
Clara never left.
A new initiate must find her way through a living labyrinth where every wrong turn earns delicious punishment and every right turn brings her closer to Luna’s private bower…
Luna chooses two lovers to join her in the sacred marble fountain for a night of water, wine, and endless pleasure under the stars…
Once a year the garden opens to masked strangers—no names, no pasts, only bodies and hunger in the silver dark…
Clara, now Luna’s chosen consort, learns the final secret: the garden itself is alive—and it feeds on their pleasure to bloom forever…