“You must have us all!” Victoria whispers, her voice husky, as if tormented by desire. “You can’t be stingy, keeping yourself to just two. Not when we all want to fuck you. You have to let us all fuck you!” She lets out a whimpering moan.

It is the most ridiculous performance Amara has ever seen. She cannot believe the man will fall for it. But Vibo’s expression softens, and he pulls Victoria to him, clasping her backside. “What a naughty little wolf you are.”

Victoria needs no further encouragement. She has maneuvered Vibo into her cell, disrobed him and laid him out flat on his back, all by the time Amara and Dido are drawing the curtain. The bath manager is hung like a snail, but Victoria shrieks in rapture at the sight, leaping nimbly on top. Vibo groans.

“Oh! Don’t be greedy!” Amara squeals. She flings herself at Vibo squashing her breasts in his face.

“But I want to sit there!” Dido tries to push Amara aside, panting in her efforts to clamber up onto the bed.

Victoria is bouncing away vigorously, determined not to let the ordeal last longer than necessary, and Vibo, gasping for breath, is not entirely thrilled by the idea of being completely buried under a pile of women.

“No, no,” he says to Dido. “You two enjoy each other. I’d rather watch.”

It’s not the first time Amara and Dido have had this request. They writhe about theatrically, trying not to meet each other’s eye. Vibo doesn’t last long. Taking their cue from Victoria, all three reach a crescendo of screams at the proper moment then drape themselves over the beached bath manager, sighing with fake contentment. Amara is just on the verge of getting a dead arm from lying in the same position for so long when Vibo heaves himself up. “You are,” he says, his sweaty face glistening with pleasure, “the most wonderful girls. Wonderful.”

“Oh, thank you,” Victoria breathes. She takes Vibo’s hand and kisses it as if he were the emperor. “We adore you.”

“We do, we do!” Dido says, rolling over and gazing at him with delight.

Amara doesn’t trust herself to speak, so lets out what she hopes is a seductive sigh. Victoria slowly helps Vibo into his clothes. They all crowd round the door of the cell to give him lingering kisses goodbye, feigning desolation at his departure. Vibo leaves the brothel in a much better mood than when he came in.

Dido is about to start giggling, but Victoria puts her finger to her lips. “Not yet,” she says. “Wait.”

They sit huddled together on the bed, leaving enough time to be sure that Vibo has really gone. Then Dido whispers in a small voice, “We adore you!” and the three of them collapse with laughter.