The time had come. For weeks Samaya had been planning this, what she was going to do, where she was going to do it, how she was going to go about doing it and finally the moment had arrived. Now the time had come for her to carry it all out.

The club she had picked was called The Egyptian Bathhouse. It had seemed appropriate; if she was about to try something as unpredictable as thing, she may as well do it in an enviroment she was most familiar with. She had researched the club thoroughly. It was out of the way; no one she knew would be there, thus she would not be recognized. Also, in keeping with the name, one could only get in dressed in an Egyptian themed outfit. She would definitely fit in.

So there she was, waiting in line to get into the club. She had chosen her outfit from her days as a princess, and as she had dressed it felt almost like stepping back through the pages of time. As she waited she glanced at the other various women waiting to get in. Some had donned outfits that looked authentic, like hers, while others had worn outfits that were a rip off of Cleopatra's style. Still others had worn outfits that mirrored the costumes the harem girls had worn.

The line had progressed and she was able to pay to finally get in. One of the Cleopatra kewpie dolls boredly stamped her hand so that she could make it back in, and finally she made it to the main club room. Again Samaya had the feeling of stepping back in time. The owners had done a very accurate job with the decorating, and had it not been for the many women dancing in time to the modernized Egyptian themed music she could have sworn she was back in her ancient home.

Now that she was finally inside, she had no clue as to what she should be doing. She mentally cursed herself for acting on this idea in the first place, but in her heart she knew she had to do it for her own peace of mind. Just because she was married to Seth did not mean she had stopped liking girls and had become instantly straight. Watching the crowd she remembered how she had used to watch the harem girls dance for the royal court. She remembered feeling aroused by the sensual way they moved their bodies, and how she had longed to join them in that exotic and erotic dance.

This was her chance, and armed with the knowledge that she could finally fufill the dream she couldn't before, Samaya made her way into the crowd, moving in rhythm to the beat. Within moments the music had consumed her, and she found herself more than willing to move in time with these other women. So when a blue haired vixen made her way over and started to dance with her, she had no objections.

The other woman had obviously been here before, and knew how to dance just right. Samaya had never seen or felt anything like it. The woman hypnotized her with her graceful movements, caressing her with her body without actually touching her. Soon Samaya found that she was able to respond in turn. It wasn't long before the two were in line with each other, moving in an erotic dance in the crowd, making love to each other as passionately as any couple without even touching. The blue haired woman would pull away and Samaya would follow, the two responding to the others' "touch".

Finally the song ended, and then Samaya heard the sound of applause. She was startled to realize that she and the other woman had become the center of attention as they danced, and yet she couldn't say that it didn't feel good. She had been pushed aside and ignored for so long, labelled as boring and normal that when she couldn't help but enjoy the attention she recieved.

The other woman smiled and waved, then turned to Samaya, who was also acknowledging their audience. "Follow me," she said, taking her hand. Samaya had no objections, and she followed the woman's lead through the crowd. A new song had started, and though she wanted to to join the swaying crowd again, she was curious as to whom her dance partner was.

They finally reached a booth at the far end of the room, not too far from the bar. As the other woman took a seat, Samaya couldn't help but think that she was very familiar. The clothes she was wearing were identical to those worn by someone she had known, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember. But as she took her own seat across from her, it struck her. The woman was almost the spitting image of Lorilei!

Samaya tensed slightly. She never would have believed Lorilei would be here, though she had suspected on more that one occasion that she had fallen for her fellow comrade. But why hadn't she called Samaya on why she was here? The answer became clear when the woman turned to look at her. She had blue eyes, not green. Not to mention her skin was much darker than Lorilei's currently was. Samaya breathed easier. It wasn't Lorilei.

"I've never seen you around here before. Are you new here?" she asked.

Samaya smiled a bit ruefully. "Something like that," she replied.

The blue haired vixen looked at her with an expression Samaya couldn't quite read. All she could tell was that she hadn't quite expected that response. "Well, what's your name?" she asked.

"It's Samaya," Samaya answered, not seeing the point in lying about her own name.

"Samaya...nice name. I like that," she replied with a smile. "You do look awfully familiar though...you remind me of someone."

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing, Ms...?" Samaya asked.

"Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself!" The other woman blushed slightly. "My name is Sapphire," she replied. She seemed a bit flustered. Then she immediately brightened. "That's it! You remind of this woman I met before...Kari. You guys look so much alike, you could be sisters."

Samaya's jaw dropped slightly. She couldn't believe it...this woman knew Kari! But luckily, it seemed she had no idea who she was. "Imagine that," she replied faintly. Then trying to change the subject, she spoke the first thing that came to her mind. "You're a really good dancer."

"Oh really? It was nothing...I've been here a lot, I've watched a lot of people..." Samaya could tell that Sapphire was sincerely being modest. It was nice to see that some people actually did seem to be all right. Sapphire also changed the subject. "So, you ever been to one of these types of clubs?"

"I'm not really the clubbing type to be hoenst," Samaya replied. "I just wanted to see what it was like."

Sapphire seemed to stiffen at these words, and Samaya wondered if she had said something wrong. "See what what was like? A theme club, or a lesbian club in general?" Sapphire asked suspiciously, her eyes narrowed.

"Well, both sort of," Samaya answered, and to her dismay, Sapphire seemed to get more pissed off, and so she felt she had to explain. "I mean, I've always liked girls, but I was the rich girl that had to marry a man to keep the peace but I didn't want to marry that man, and so I married some other man who I really do care about but also to keep appearances because I'm supposed to be the normal responsible one..." Samaya realized she was babbling but found herself unable to stop. "...but I still like girls and I wanted to have a night where I could be true to myself for once." Finished, she let out a breath, feeling exhausted.

Sapphire's expression had changed from suspicion to sympathetic empathy. "Oh I see," she remarked quietly. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to get angry. But sometimes you get jerks in here that just want to say they've hung around lesbians. It's like some kind of accomplishment, and they treat us like...I don't know, like a different species or something. A few girls' hearts around here have been broken because of women who wanted to "explore" either for their boyfriends, or just to say they're on both sides of the fence, even though they aren't."

"Oh...I didn't realize people did that," Samaya remarked. "I swear, it's not like that. I'm not looking for a relationship, but-"

"Then make that clear if you do hook up with someone," Sapphire warned. "It's only right."

"I was intending to," Samaya retorted, annoyed. She wasn't cruel. There was no way she would toy with someones' heart. Most other yamis were like that, but she wasn't.

"Sorry if I offended you," Sapphire said, and she looked embarassed. Perhaps Samaya had spoken a bit sharper than she had intended.

"It's no problem. You're just looking out for people. I can understand," Samaya told her, gently this time. "Hey...did you want to dance again? I like the way you dance."

Sapphire immediately cheered up. "Sure!" she agreed happily and the two made their way to the dance floor again. Soon enough, they were dancing the night away. It was the same as before, and yet different. This time around, their connection seemed deeper, and both of them could feel an attraction for the other. Eventually, Sapphire sashayed her way close to Samaya and spoke into her ear.

"Did you want to go somewhere a little more private?" she asked, and Samaya nodded. Again, Sapphire took her by the hand, and lead her out of the crowd. This time Sapphire lead her through a door to the left of the room. When the door shut behind them, it was immediately quieter. Samaya looked down the hallway, and followed Sapphire through yet another door. It was a locker room, and Sapphire pulled out a key to one of them, opening the door.

"We can keep our things in here...there are no clothes in the bathhouse," she explained. Samaya felt nervous all of a sudden. Here she was, about to try something she had always wanted, with a gorgeous woman whom she just met. Sapphire looked up at her, and smiled. "If you're shy about taking your clothes off in front of me, there's a change stall over there," she told her, pointing. "I can always meet you inside."

Samaya couldn't help but blush. "I'm just...I didn't think there actually was a bathhouse," she blurted. Sapphire snickered.

"Well, the club got it's name somewhere. But don't worry...it's more private...sort of a VIP section. I'll meet you in there. Go on," she added, gesturing to the stall again. "This room always feels a bit hostile to me too."

Samaya nodded, and made her way into the stall. She had come this far, and she wasn't about to back out now. She slipped out of her clothes, and sure enough, Sapphire had left her in private. She walked over to the locker, which Sapphire had left open for her, and put her clothes inside, then closed it, being sure to lock it. The key was attached to a necklace, and she slipped it on. As foolish as it sounded, she felt less exposed with the necklace on. Towards the end of the room, she saw a door labelled, "Bathhouse" and she walked over to it. Breathing in deeply, she opened it and stepped inside.

She was greeted with a huge amount of steam. Again, true to its name, the bathhouse did look like the ones back in her time, and she felt a wave a nostalgia. Again, she was a princess, only this time, things were about to go her way.

She walked down the corridor, past various different rooms with stone doorways. She could see that there were different bathing areas, all of them spectacular. She passed by a few rooms, some occupied, some not, until she came across one where she spotted the blue haired woman.

Sapphire was sitting in the pool of water that lay in the center of the room. Behind her was a statue of Isis, her arms spread open in divine wonderment. Samaya couldn't help but admire the beauty of the woman in the water, her eyes closed in peaceful contentment. Samaya stepped inside, and Sapphire opened her eyes. She smiled as she rose to greet her, the water rolling off the gentle curves of her body. "You made it."

"Of course I did," Samaya replied. As she joined the other woman in the water, she could see Sapphire watching her every motion, drinking in the sight of her body. Though strangely, Samaya was not self concious. It truly was history again, where nudity was commonplace, and it wasn't wrong to admire the beauty that was the body, whether it be the same sex or not.

"You are...beautiful," Sapphire told her in awe.

Samaya couldn't help but smile in turn. Sapphire reached out to the taller woman, and pulled her close, into an embrace each had hungered for all evening, but hadn't acted on until this moment. "But you are divine," Samaya whispered into Sapphire's ear, before gently guiding her face to see her own, and meeting her with a kiss.

It was a kiss like no other. It held the passion and longing of a thousand ages, and Sapphire returned it just as willingly, just as possessively. This was the moment that Samaya had been desired for as long as she could remember, and though she loved Seth no question, never had his kisses felt anything like this one did. It was filled with both fire and ice, with completion and desire for more.

Sapphire seemingly wanted more as well, and soon their hands were exploring the others' bodies. The need to feel every curve, every muscle, the desire to know every detail of the other consumed them both, and it wasn't long before the two had moved over to the edge of the water and Samaya had the younger woman laying against the stone wall of the pool beneath her.

Samaya pulled away suddenly to look at the woman below her. The space between them was small, but she still felt chilled without the other body against hers. Sapphire apparently felt the same way, for she grabbed Samaya and pulled her close again, and again the two were kissing and feeling, wanting and needing.

Then again, they pulled apart. Samaya looked down at Sapphire, at her face, locking gazes with her. And it was at that moment Samaya realized she couldn't go through with it. Not because it was another woman, but because she could see it now. Sapphire was one who wanted more than a one night stand, and Samaya knew she couldn't give that to her. Reluctantly she stepped away.

"What's wrong?" Sapphire asked, breathing heavy.

"I...I can't do this," Samaya replied sadly. "I'm sorry. I can't."

"But...why?"

"Because I can see you want more Sapphire. I can't give that to you. You're beautiful, and young, and a great person, and I couldn't use you like this. I'm sorry," Samaya said again. She really was. But she wasn't cruel, or coldhearted. No matter how much she wanted to do this, she couldn't hurt Sapphire like that. Even though they had only met this evening, Samaya found herself caring deeply about the vibrant blue haired beauty.

Samaya waited for the accusations to fly, wanted them to hit her, but Sapphire was silent. Finally, she spoke softly. "I understand," she said. She stood up, and walked over to Samaya. "I understand."

At that moment Samaya couldn't care for her any more that she already did. They left for the locker room, drying off and changing into their clothes in silence. Then as they were putting their make-up on, Sapphire turned to Samaya, and she was smiling. "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" Samaya asked, confused.

"For being honest," Sapphire said simply, leaving it at that. They got back to the dance floor, a bunch of cat calls reaching their ears. Samaya ignored the yells.

"So, I guess this is good-bye," she said to Sapphire.

"Nah...good-bye is too permanent. More like a see-you-later kind of deal," Sapphire replied cheerfully. Samaya returned the smile and the two parted ways.

End