I’d have lost my nerve altogether if I thought there was a chance I’d be recognized. An inhibited college student finds ownership of her sexuality with two anonymous gladiators when she boldly adopts the persona of a masked goddess at a hedonistic ball…but will the encounter ultimately bring her agony or ecstasy? Can you learn to let go after a lifetime of religious repression? Can there truly be a happily ever after when it means embracing something you never thought possible?