Forbidden city, one or two generations after being liberated by "righteous" forces. Inside its walls, a small harem enclave still resides. Not that the new overlords aren't above enslaving fellow brethren - it's more complicated. They were bred and raised to have above-normal body temperature, fast metabolism, and limited sweating, so they have utility as the "human" equivalent of the Peruvian naked breed that warmed the upper-class former inhabitants of the complex. Since they were seen as tools, the "alternative" use of them wasn't seen as infidelity, but rather as a sign of a healthy lifestyle, matching the nobility level and expectations. Now, they can roam free - but with undermined immunity (a side effect of the selection), their lifespan in the outside world is limited at best. Enter a young aristocrat heir who went against the grain and, instead of nurturing some babies for her premeditated husband as a good girl should do, nurtures science and other things so beautifully dangerous in women's hands. (Oh, and of course she wears a tight ponytail and round glasses - I am not above clichés, they are clichés for a reason after all.) She gets her foot in as assistant to some respected astronomer (who supports her cause, like an uncle, not in a perverse way), but soon becomes determined to help the living heaters. Few unresolved questions, though. Do they even want to be helped? Did they return to the old ways of offering their bodies because they like it, or because they don't know any better? Is she hypocritical if she thinks cockwarming is degrading for the bottom, while she actually finds that having a caressing tongue between her legs trumps any kind of background music while working on great things? Is she fighting for them to help them, or just to prove it's possible to shake off the shackles of generational predetermination? And is it really that bad being different if you want it? She wanted to get educated and risked being a minority freak ostracized by a quite substantial majority. And they seem to be happy in having found their purpose - quite a feat that most of the prudent world hasn't achieved. And finally, can you really ponder these things while having all your carnal needs (and some) fulfilled before you even open your eyes to the rising sun? I know, run-of-the-mill #writing, but I still like the shape of the idea.