Ginger Fox

"Are you sure Jonathan asked you to put this on me?" I twist my neck, trying to see the little black pom-pom Baby is attaching to my butt, using a pin to fasten the bunny tail to my dress.
"Of course I’m sure." She takes off her coat and throws it inside the car, pointing for me to do the same.
I fold the big red coat she lent me and leave it on the seat. I’m squirming like a lizard, still trying to believe that Roy made me wear this.
"I really should have stayed in my room with Jon, Baby!" She walks to the back of the vehicle, opening the trunk, tossing the box’s lid aside, and hands me a sexy bunny mask.
"Oh, stop whining! Deep down, you were dying to be here! And besides, Lira will take care of Jon tonight." I bite my lip, scrunching my nose and making a face.
I don’t know why, but I still have reservations about Lira since the sheet incident. How could someone take clean sheets and not see who did it? And where did that dirty sheet go?! So many unanswered questions, to which she just claims not to know.
"I still think it wasn’t a good idea."
"Oh, Gim! You’ve been spending too much time with that old gossiping hag." I laugh at Baby. "Put on your mask."
"In some ways, Madame Roy is right." I still have doubts about the maid. I put the mask on my face, adjusting its strap behind my head, and pull the braid Baby made in my hair to the front, letting it fall over my shoulder. "I thought I’d wear my hair loose, but I like the braid."
I smile at Baby, raising my eyes to her. Baby adjusts her blonde hair in front of her shoulders. Her mask is red, shiny leather, covering only her eyes and nose. It has an elongated beak like a bird's, with gem details on the sides. Although it’s a mask that would look strange on anyone, it only makes Baby look even sexier.
"Trust me, the braid was a good choice." Her fingers adjust the neckline of her revealing dress, almost exposing her breasts completely.
When she stretches her long arms towards me, trying to adjust the neckline of my black dress, I swat her hands away.
"Leave my neckline alone." I turn away, hearing her laugh, and realize we’re facing total darkness.
Where the hell are we?!
I scan the surroundings and notice we’re not in the same place as before, the abandoned factory.
"Come on, Gim! Move that bunny tail." Baby passes me after closing the car, walking firmly in her high heels. And I, afraid of falling and twisting my ankle, walk more slowly than she does.
"What place is this, Baby?" I see the place is somewhat deserted, with only the sounds of frogs croaking.
"It’s an old inn Jonathan bought a while ago. We’re going to christen it tonight; it’s been closed for a while."
"I thought it would be at the factory again." I gasp for air, the dress compressing my body.
"Oh, no! We don’t always use the same place, especially since it’s a bit more private tonight." Baby stops walking and turns to me. "Gim, you look like you’re dying!"
"Of course! This dress is medieval torture!" I try to pull it away from my body even just a centimeter so I’m not so squeezed. "Baby, why the extra discretion tonight? You said it was an initiation for some."
"Exactly. Some will be initiated to be able to attend Sodoma anywhere in the world." Baby pulls her hair, stopping near me and pointing behind her ear. "See that little mark?"
I squint my eyes, trying to make out something in the dark, but only see a blur on her pale skin.
"Is it a tattoo?"
"Well, it’s not exactly a tattoo, but nobody notices it as one because it looks like a birthmark, resembling an S outline." She lets her hair fall, smiling at me. "Some will get it tonight."
"So, it’s like a celebration party?"
"I assure you, nothing inside will resemble a graduation reception." I pat her shoulder, laughing at her brazen way of rubbing her body. "The Masters will be gathered, and they’ll assess the level of depravity the newcomers have in Sodoma. Others will be hunting."
I swallow hard, knowing she’s referring to Jonathan. I try to save my worry for when I’m inside and turn my curiosity back to Sodoma.
"Baby, what exactly is Sodoma? Is it a club, a worship, or some kind of cult? It sounds like a fraternity."
"No, far from it! Actually, Sodoma is a group of people united by an idea, a shared doctrine, all focused on the pursuit of supreme pleasure, with just a few somewhat limited objects."
"Actually, it still sounds like a fraternity or a book club meeting." I shrug, laughing at her angry expression. "But a dirty book club, Baby."
"Shut up, Gim!" Her laughter expands as she gives a slight tug on my braid. "In reality, Sodoma has been around for ages, just with different names. Probably, in a few years, it will have another baptismal name. Have you ever seen an image of the god Pan? He’s proof of how long humans have needed to unleash their savagery. We need sex as much as we need air."
I slow my steps, trying to recall what I know about the ancient god Pan. It’s not vague; there’s something that catches my attention about the Roman god. I visited an exhibition on ancient gods at college, and it was with the half-goat, half-man god that I spent time staring at.
GOAT!
The word explodes in my mind, opening up all the possibilities. I remember the photograph of the Roman god’s statue and why I was petrified looking at it. The original sculpture is in Naples. I even considered traveling there one day just to see the shocking statue up close, made by the artist Herculaneum. The sculpture is gross in every way, and it’s impossible not to be shocked and intimidated by it. The way it depicts a half-goat man having sex with a goat is terrifying! It doesn’t violate either human or divine laws, as it’s sex between a half-goat man and a goat. It’s still a coitus with Herculaneum’s vivid details, but it’s definitely explicit, savage, and aggressive! The goat, lying on its back with its legs up, receives Pan’s member, while he tugs at his beard. The statue is horrifying yet mesmerizing. I lift my head to Baby, now understanding what she means about Sodoma existing for a long time. In the Roman Empire, sex was natural for them. Bacchanals, orgies, and group sex were among the traditions left by the ancient empire.