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In the heart of the ancient city, hidden behind towering stone walls and guarded by secrets passed down through generations, lay the Bathhouse of Serendia. A place where the wealthy and powerful women of the city gathered, not just to cleanse their bodies, but to engage in rituals that promised eternal youth and unmatched beauty.

Isla, a young woman new to the city, had heard whispers of the bathhouse's mystical powers. They said that those who entered its sacred waters would emerge with their deepest desires fulfilled. Intrigued and desperate to escape her mundane existence, she sought out the entrance one moonless night.

The bathhouse was a sight to behold—columns of polished marble, intricate mosaics depicting goddesses and mythical creatures, and a central pool that shimmered under the soft glow of candlelight. The air was thick with the scent of exotic herbs and the sound of soft, melodic chanting.

Seven women, each more beautiful than the last, sat around the pool, their eyes closed as they smoked slender pipes that filled the room with a sweet, intoxicating smoke.

"Welcome," said the woman at the head of the group, her voice smooth as silk. "We've been expecting you."

Isla hesitated but was drawn forward by an unseen force. The women made room for her in the pool, their smiles both welcoming and mysterious. As she sank into the warm, soothing water, she felt all her worries melt away. The smoke from the pipes swirled around her, filling her lungs, making her lightheaded. The women began to chant softly, their voices harmonizing with the hum of the bathhouse.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"You desire beauty, power, and freedom," the woman continued, her eyes locked onto Isla's. "Here, all can be yours. But every gift comes with a price."

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Isla nodded, too entranced to care about the cost. The water around her began to bubble, and a strange energy surged through her veins. She felt herself changing, growing more beautiful with each passing moment. The women around her nodded in approval, their smiles widening.

But as the transformation reached its peak, Isla's reflection in the water began to twist and distort. Her face, now flawless, started to age rapidly, lines and wrinkles appearing faster than she could comprehend. The once-welcoming smiles of the women turned cruel, their eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"You see, dear Isla," the leader whispered, "in this place, your deepest desires become your greatest curse. You wanted beauty, but now you will never leave this bathhouse, bound to it for eternity, forever bathing in the waters that will keep you ageless—at a cost."

Isla tried to scream, to flee, but the water held her tight, pulling her down into its depths. As she disappeared beneath the surface, the other women resumed their positions, their laughter echoing through the chamber.

And so, the Bathhouse of Serendia claimed another soul, adding to its collection of eternally beautiful, eternally cursed women, who would lure others to the same fate, one by one.