The following morning, Helena and Luke were on the terrace, enjoying a late breakfast.

"We'll make a fortune out of our new little princess," he mused aloud.

"Do you really think she can handle the job?" asked Helena.

"Shit, yes," he laughed. "That little bitch will do anything."

"The beautiful thing about it is that she looks like such an innocent child. Now all we have to do is teach her to play the part," she continued.

"She'll work out fine," was his reply. "Now it's up to you to send out notices to our wealthiest members and inform them that the devil has sent us the prophesied princess."

"Yes," she smiled. "We'll invite them all to her baptismal ceremony and hope they bring their checkbooks."

"When do you think we should hold the ritual?" he asked.

"I thought probably on the twenty-fifth. There will be a full moon, and we can really play it up," was her suggestion.

"The important thing," Luke continued, "is to really convince her that she is the Princess of Lust and evil."

"I've instructed Katrina to make her feel evil," laughed the woman.

For the next few days, Libby was pretty much confined to her own quarters while the rest of the household was busy preparing for the upcoming ritual. Dressmakers came and went as they fitted the girl with exotic gowns. Hairdressers and beauticians were slowly turning her into a dazzling beauty, yet were able to retain her innocent, childlike appearance.