<b>The Brothel</b><br/><br/>Julia's uncle did not disappoint as a parade of beautiful women started soon after she had the idea.  It was only a small sample of his wares but given that they were produced on a young girl's whim it was rather impressive.  The<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.worldstopmost.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/Eleftheria-Eleftheriou-Top-Most-Famous-Beautiful-Women-of-Cyprus-2019.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Cypriot</a>woman was first and she was indeed beautiful.  She danced into the room like she walked on air, graceful and dignified.  Clearly she knew her business, nodding respectfully to her Master she was bright enough to know she was summoned to entertain.  Seeing the obvious wealth written on Julia's clothing she approached the young girl first encircling her seductively until she motioned towards Cadmus.  She seemed to float across the room to the old soldier, her soft hands touching his cheek then slipping down along his chest as she circled him.  It was just a taste of her beauty though as she worked her way from the room just as another approached.<br/><br/>The<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/43/71/95/437195a2270c1319504a5508dc57c73f--celtic-women-redheads.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Celtic</a>girl was hard and stern, arms crossed under her breasts defensively as she presented herself before the potential customers.  Despite being a slave in a brothel, she held herself erect with pride as if her captivity was still something she needed to become accustomed.  Her eyes suggested she would sooner slit Cadmus' throat then sleep with him, but she made no attempt at resistance.  If the Celtic girl had seemed cool, the<a class="link link--external" href="http://sharejunkies.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/winnick-12.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Norse</a>was openly hostile and was not alone.  A muscular male slave held a stiff pole the far end affixed to a collar on the blonde wild girl.  The male slave kept the girl outside of arms reach from any of the master's guests though at times even he seemed to have some trouble keeping her fully under control.<br/><br/>Finally, a<a class="link link--external" href="https://c.stocksy.com/a/ZZC000/z0/48333.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nubian</a>woman entered the room seemingly surprised to find her master entertaining others.  She bowed before him, holding out a papyrus full of figures as if for his approval.  Only after he accepted the papyrus did she rise to acknowledge the others.  "I am Kaya"  She said, her voice having the sound of someone unsure of the language and her body language suggesting she wasn't sure she was supposed to be here.  She kept her eyes downcast, unsure of herself in front of these newcomers, finally looking back at her master to she if she should stay or go.