"I get to be the warrior queen this time. I was the slave girl last time!"
"You were not!"
It was time for me to step in and stop the bickering. I enjoyed my job as chief curator of the Mexico City Antiquities Museum, and after-hours with my young assistants was the best part of the job.
I said firmly, "Carmina, you’re the slave girl tonight. Now go, both of you, get ready."
Ten minutes later we were in the Aztec Hall. Carmina knelt at my feet and looked up expectantly, while Maria lounged on the animal skin rug. All three of us were naked except for the ceremonial jewelry.
She reached for me, but I nodded "No."
"Serve the queen first. Get her ready for me."
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