Her body was not offered in intimacy, but in proof. From the harems of the Ottomans to the stages of French court masques, the servant’s presence was curated as spectacle — not for pleasure, but for containment. She was not exposed. She was aligned. Every ribbon, every angle, every breath served the system. And in that exposure, she was not free. She was confirmed.

She was not taken. She was prepared. From the dust-etched basins of Sumer to the incense-thick corridors of Dynastic China, the servant of sacred purpose was never merely possessed. She was refined. Washed in oils, her skin studied like vellum. Taught silence. Instructed in stance. Grooming, in the ancient world, was not a transaction of power — it was an act of transformation.