Hema woke up in her bed.  She turned over, looking to see if her paramour was still there.  He was not, but he had left a small handful of bills on the pillow in his stead.  She picked them up and sighed.  Being a Mistress wasn't precisely whoring, but at times it felt like it.  Still, it paid the bills and kept her in comfort.  She got up and walked naked across the room, pouring water into a basin and splashing her face and parts of her naked body.  She toweled dry, and pulled on a silken robe as she padded off to make her breakfast.<br/><br/>Tonight she was dancing.  She looked forward to her performances, because she could for a few moments utterly forget herself and her life and everything else.<br/><br/>A short while later, she settled down, draped across a chaise, she was sipping tea, and nibbling toast with jam.  Everything was as a normal day, until the knock on the door....