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that’s impossible. Dwelling on it will only depress you.” Bekion straightened and turned his attention back to Nausic and Furielle.
    Thanks for that round of indifference , Starling thought.
    Bekion said, “Furielle, take Starling to the bathroom. Clean her and get her dressed. I’m returning to the throne room. I shall retrieve Starling later. Keep her in my chambers for now.”
    He patted Starling’s head again.
    “That reminds me,” he said. “Furielle, reprogram the nanites to allow Starling’s hair to grow back.” He turned and walked away. All the guards except Nausic followed him.
    “Yes, Your Majesty,” Furielle said with a curtsy. She walked over to Starling. “Shall we get you clean then?”
    Starling gave the woman a wary look. “You’re not going to try to drown me like those doctors did, are you?”
    Furielle laughed and motioned for Starling to follow her. They entered the second room Furielle had exited earlier. It was a bedroom. They crossed to yet another door, which led to the bathroom where Starling suffered being lifted onto a table because it put her at eye level.
    “That was the nanite bath,” Furielle said. “The doctors’ goal was not to drown you but to make you healthier. Once the nanites are in your system, removing them is next to impossible, thus the process does not need repeating.”
    “Nanite bath? You mean nanotechnology?”
    “The same.” Furielle pulled off Starling’s toga and tossed it aside.
    “Are those little machines the cause of my hair loss?”
    It had taken Starling years to get her hair to recover from all the relaxers and treatments she’d used since adolescence. She’d finally gotten it back to how thick it was when she was younger. She hoped the nanites could restore it. Scratch that. The nanites better restore it.
    Furielle said, “A temporary problem that is easily fixed. Once reprogrammed, the nanites will return your eyelashes and eyebrows as well as the hair on your head. Is there any particular length you want? Or color?”
    “Of my hair? How about the color I was born with?”
    The woman didn’t seem to take offense at Starling’s tone. That made Starling angrier. Why did Starling get the feeling Furielle was humoring her?
    “And length?”
    “To my shoulders.”
    “All right. I’m sure King Bekion will want to make it longer. He prefers women with long hair. Until he says otherwise, shoulder length is acceptable.”
    Starling gnashed her teeth. If the woman planned to dismiss every answer, why did she bother asking? The thought fled her mind when Furielle palmed Starling’s breasts. Her indignant tongue-lashing came out as a garbled squeak. The stress must be getting to her if she couldn’t form a coherent sentence. What was wrong with these people and why were they obsessed with her breasts?
    Furielle said, “You are very well-endowed. That’s good.” She gave the breast in one hand a little squeeze then did the same to the other. “King Bekion likes women with large breasts.” She stopped fondling Starling’s breasts to run her hands over Starling’s legs.
    “He said he wouldn’t sleep with me.” She tensed when Furielle’s hands skimmed her inner thighs. If the woman got too personal, Starling planned to kick her in the face.
    “King Bekion is male and you are female. It doesn’t matter what he said. He will copulate with you.” Furielle finished her analysis without getting too intimate then helped Starling to the floor. “This way.”
    They walked to a corner of the bathroom that had a shower and handheld nozzle. Starling reached for the nozzle but Furielle grabbed it first.
    Starling said, “I can—”
    “Stand under the water and don’t fidget. I don’t want to get wet.”
    For a few seconds, Starling had an internal debate on whether she wanted to pick this fight. Considering her track record, it wasn’t worth the frustration. She walked forward and stood with her arms out.
    With a soapy sponge in one hand