Isolde spent the day in a shaded salon with Elara, Bri, Lira, Cat, and both Lulus. They sat around a low table and kept their voices low.
"Voluntary Offering Night," Isolde said. "Each woman offers one act of intimacy or truth to whoever she chooses—Aiden, another woman, her husband, or herself. Everything must be spoken aloud using reclaimed names. No one is forced, but everything is seen."
Cat nodded. "It sounds like freedom."
"It is," Isolde replied. "But it stays under his eye. We choose what we give. He watches how we choose."
Elara leaned forward. "Husbands serve or witness?"
"Yes. If a wife wants her husband to watch while she offers something to Aiden, she says so herself."
Bri's jaw tightened. "It will hurt them more because it's voluntary."
"That's the point," Isolde said. "They need to see us decide."
They spent another hour refining the rules. Nothing chaotic. Nothing that broke the structure. Just enough space for real decisions.
By midday the plan was set.
