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Post by VALERIA CASSIA on Jan 27, 2011 17:55:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg]memories fade , decisions to decisions are made Walking into the women’s warm room, Valeria discreetly scanned the bathing area as if she was looking for a familiar face. She recognized several patrician women whom she called her friends being bathed by their body-slaves and smiled a greeting. Normally, the young, pretty noblewoman would join them, and they would chat, gossip, and occasionally embarrass one another. However today was not one of those days. Valeria’s reason for visiting the baths for one reason and one reason only: to acquire more hemp. She was running low and did not want to take the chance of running out completely. No slave wanted to be in her presence if she couldn’t partake in her daily indulgence.
As Valeria walked around the bath, searching for a vacant spot, she was followed by her body-slave, Eleni. The matronly slave followed behind her mistress, carrying various perfumes and oils as well as Valeria’s belongings. Eleni was the only slave that Valeria tolerated. The enslaved woman was practically like a second mother to the senator’s daughter.
When Valeria found an appropriate spot for a drug deal, she gave Eleni the plain, white towel that she had wrapped around her lithe body and gracefully slipped into the tepidarium. After taking a seat on the built-in ledge, Valeria had her faithful body slave tie her long, flaxen locks in a bun on top of her head. The last thing Valeria needed was for her hair to freeze when she ventured out into the wintry air.
Glancing around again, the noble woman looked for any sign of her dealer’s arrival. Finding none, Valeria soft, delicate lips turned downward in a slight frown. Then Eleni began washing her domina with a large sea sponge, detecting Valeria’s displeasure. The fair-haired patrician barely noticed Eleni’s soothing ministrations as she ranted in her mind. ‘How dare that whore make me wait! I don’t care if she has the best hemp in the Republic! I should not be waiting for her!’
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Post by MERE on Jan 29, 2011 1:10:07 GMT -5
I take just what I came for
[/size][/font] then I'm out the door again.Mere sighed contentedly, brushing curls out of her face. It seemed like she was always working now, but admittedly, it was her fault. She took on far too much, both physically and mentally exhausting herself. So doing business in the baths came welcomed to her.
She switched the hand holding her wine glass as she entered the tepidarium, and placed her palm to her chest, feeling the leather bag in between her breasts. Her order came from Babylonia, as Romans had little skill in growing the cannabis. She did not smoke the substance herself, for it lessened sexual desire, but apparently inspired muse. She preferred her vinum.
But selling the narcotic provided her with the information she needed to keep herself situated in the underground. Her infamy in the community continued to grow, and that was both a blessing and a hindrance. One in her position must keep a keen eye on the goings-on around her.
Mere found her client, the young Valeria, already sitting on a ledge with her slave scrubbing her body. Such a beautiful patrician girl—and a brilliant one at that—with a secret like hers only begged for dogs to come sniffing and prying. A shame it would be if the scandal were brought before her father, which gave Mere more reason to hold the maiden’s addiction in confidence.
Mere smiled as she slipped the towel off and the wallet and her dagger dropped with it. No one would even think to rifle through her belongings so she did not worry about it. Besides, her practiced eye picked up every movement around her, all the gestures that the women—at a fair enough distance to make this meeting clandestine—made, their affable words as they gossiped.
“Sorry for my tardiness, dear,” Mere said as she sat on a ledge across from Valeria, not bothering to call for an attendant—her goblet of wine was still sufficiently filled. “I hope I did not inconvenience you any.”
And judging by her fierce expression, Valeria did not seem particularly pleased with Mere’s late arrival. The prostitute couldn’t help but chuckle, amused with her client’s cantankerous mood. The brilliant musician showing signs of withdrawal already—what an interesting sight indeed. “Oh, Val, don’t be so miffed! Life’s too short, and one mustn’t leave it with a frown.”
because tricky got me this far [/font] then clever got me in.[/right] wordcount; just shy of 400.
tagged; Val xD
notes; only if you forgive mere for being creepy and annoying.
music; the package by a perfect circle.
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