<b>The Brothel</b><br/><br/>Kaya stood uncomfortably for a moment, relieved that most of the attention went to the younger, fairer skinned girls who had entered before her.  She noticed with apprehension the approach of the older soldier who seemed to be the focus of this little display.  She was clearly afraid of him but more afraid of appearing to insult him so she stood still as if she were hoping he would simply walk past her unnoticed.  As it became clear he was headed to her she forced a smile upon her face though she barely managed an upward curl to her full lips.  She felt his eyes upon her as he considered her origin though she simply expected his thoughts were of a less innocent nature.  Lucretius had gotten something of a bargain for her likely due to her age and complexion but she had already shown she had a brain atop her body and she hoped most of her work would involve numbers more than members.  It was however a brothel and she knew that for the right arrangement her body was for hire.  A fact that she couldn't quite shake no matter how much she wanted to think of other things.<br/><br/>As she heard him speak in her native tongue her smile became more genuine, showing straight white teeth behind her dark lips.  She bowed slightly, her relatively conservative dress low cut enough to reveal an ample bosom of rich dark flesh.  "You have been to Nubia Cadmus?"  She asked with genuine curiosity as it became her eyes turn to explore this surprising man.  He was well formed and he wore his travels and experience much like a cloak about him.  It was a rather pleasing feature as he seemed somehow deeper than most of the Romans she had met who seemed more intent on indulging their insatiable appetite for pleasure and hedonism.  This man was different, perhaps it was because he hadn't come her as a typical visitor to a brothel, though she did not yet understand the relationship between Cadmus and the young noble girl who seemed to cling to Lucretius as if she were a lover.<br/><br/>Lucia for her part didn't miss the fact that Cadmus seemed much more interested in the older Nubian than the obviously beautiful Cypriot.  She looked at the two of them puzzled for a moment, a look of delight in her eyes as if she had just been asked a most interest riddle.  She embraced her uncle once more.  "You do have the most beautiful of women here uncle, it is enough to make me jealous."  She said teasingly, though perhaps a hint of truth to her words.  She had watched the Cypriot with envy, the way she moved and the way men looked at her.  But her gaze returned to Kaya, wondering what mysterious attraction brought Cadmus to such a woman instead of the others offered.  There were times Lucia thought she had men completely figured out, but then she would find some new mystery to show her she still had much to learn.