Sofia couldn't help but smile, although she did her best to hide it from her new ward.  She was so willing, so pliable.  She'd knew, that with time, she could mold her into the perfect little tool to do the goddess's will.   Noticing the streak of glistening wetness that ran down one thigh, she shook her head.  Time and discipline.<br/><br/>She gave her slut a well placed slap, the flat of her hand coming into contact with the flesh of her round bottom.  "Good.  I'm glad to hear that.  Now, into the pool.  I want you to bathe.  A clean body is a clean soul.  Then we shall go to my quarters and await word from the Mother Superior... I'm sure that she will want your training to begin in earnest sooner, rather then later."<br/><br/>Snapping her fingers, she pointed at the fountain, before taking up a stiff bristled scrubbing brush as well as a jar of pungent soap.