Kaiana's eyes followed his steps, taking particular notice of the glassy shine against his skin reflecting in the sun. She noticed him looking back in their direction, her lips lifting in a soft smile in hopes he might notice. She knew it was a futile feeling and time wasted, but she was beginning to not care.<br/>"Kai, let's go inside." Melaila sighed, "I tired of the dust and heat."<br/>"Yes Domina." she breathed.<br/>Standing from her lounge, she mildly stretched, taking one last glace at their 'flock' and stepped inside, with no mind to her mothers wine consumption. They patted across a gran hall, hallowed by a glorious sun roof, just over a small pool. It now sat dry with the carcasses of a few small fish, but it was no matter until it was full again.<br/>Melaila walked with a sway in her step, flicking the drapings of her dress from side to side. Her hands stroked the smooth curls of her blond hair mindlessly, wandering around the lobby of the villa.<br/>"Mother insists I tend my studies, but I'm not of a mood." she pouted.<br/>"Perhaps something to take your mind off of it until you relax Domina."<br/>She sighed through her nose, walking past the corridor to their rooms and down towards her fathers study. Their,. mounted on the walls were the carved heads of every champion that ever took breath in that house. The wall barely had any room left for more, save for the very tip near the ceiling.<br/>"What do you think of Faolen?" she said suddenly, her fingers grazing the lips of her grandfather's champion.<br/>"One of the new recruits Domina? I don't know - my knowledge of Gladiators is far from your father's."<br/>"Yes still above my own." she cooed with a raised brow.<br/>Kaiana smiled, her modesty becoming her and allowing Melaila to speak for her. She pressed on as her hands caressed the marble faces, as though taunting each man to loving her as she stared into their empty eyes.<br/>"He is the brightest of the lot. I have noticed his skill may have been extended beyond the arena. Though I suspect he be a bit the animal Domina-"<br/>"He is isn't he," she squeaked with joy, "making him, just, so much more enticing."<br/>"I mean," she hesitated, her eye darting down in concern, "more of the animal from the wild. One not used to being contained, which may provoke it's anger further."<br/>Maleila turned her head, nearly looking surprised as though Kaiana had completely misspoken. But it quickly rose into a devilish smirk.<br/>"Then I suppose we shan't rattle his cage... For now."<br/>Kaiana mustered a brief, weak smile to please the young girl before she was distracted at the slight tug at the fabric tied behind her neck.<br/>"Come. I shall have a bath."<br/>"Yes Domina."<br/><br/>The water was warm and murky from the assortment of salts she's deposited. Kaiana's sat on the ledge, her delicate hand swayed around the water, sending small whirls in opposing directions. The grans tub sat deep and wide in the floor, enough room on every side for those needed to walk along the edge.<br/>Her daydreaming ceased quickly at the sound of her mistresses footsteps. A quick flick and she stood at attention. Her head was down for the moment, until Melaila looked at her with expecting eyes. This was usually the time they could just be girls. Typically uninterrupted, they talked about everything and Melaila even wanted to be called by her name. It was unusual, but Kaiana didn't mind. Her nimble hands pulled the gold strings from Melaila's straps as it's sheer fabric fell to the floor. She unclipped the gold-chain underwear from her hips and descended down the stairs as Kaiana hung the materials.<br/>There was no one she appreciated more than Kaiana - she knew everything about her; all her likes and dislikes, how to anticipate her moves and judgement. Though some have been influenced by her own words due to her skills in speaking to those in position.<br/>Her rear met the seat of the opposite side, the water concealing her all the way to her clavicle. Kaiana was quickly behind her with a bowl of supplies, but not before lifting her curls from the water and twisting them. A quick stick and it was set up on the back of her head.<br/>"What do you think of Marius?" she piped.<br/>"The Legatus' son? He's kind I suppose."<br/>"What about his cousin - um, Quintus?"<br/>"Polite, but I fear he had already had a fire lain under him."<br/>"Oh I know," she squeaked again, "apparently he was supposed to be married to this prissy little cunt from across the sea, but she refused him and returned home. I hear from the ladies it's due to his lack of stamina."<br/>If there was one thing she enjoyed more than showering her self in... well, self-interest, it was gossip, especially from that of her friends. She always enjoyed relaying the information through Kaiana, who was most willing to state her opinion, which was then used by Melaila to make her seem all knowing and wise amongst her youthful friends. But here she sighed, rubbing the extra petals from the edges along her wrist with a sour face.<br/>"Your time will come Melaila. Best not to rush it. I once heard it is a delicate process, not to be taken lightly. "Soon enough your flowers will be plucked. Hastening the moment will only result in bruising of the petals.""<br/>"But I don't want to wait. Most of those little - things have already had the pleasure, and Laila already has a husband!"<br/>Kaiana took the moment to soothe her, knowing well it was better left this way that to let her go off with any man, considering her state of mind about it all.<br/>"What would you know anyway?" she said a little bitterly, "You've never done anything of that nature either."<br/>"You have had me remain untouched, but I have seen and heard plenty from the others in this home. You're father enjoys a show." she said quietly.<br/>She nodded as her attention was struck directly ahead, staring at a mother with her arms folded. Melaila looked at his casually shrugging her shoulders a bit as though unafraid of her in the slightest.<br/>"Don't you have other things to be doing?" Vitus said casually.<br/>"I am doing something."<br/>"Tell your slave to dry you off and fetch us more wine. Your father will be home soon and supper should be ready by then."<br/>Her head turned at the mention, a few of the slaves checking down the hall at the table prepared with a feast.<br/>Melaila made a face at her mother's backside, standing quickly and gliding across the water. Her ascension was smooth and graceful, like Neptune from her birth place. Kaiana cleaned the edge, leaving the tools and patting over her body with a fresh towel, while the rippling water reflected on her backside. Her eyes went down to her pelvis, smoothing out the thin patch of hair over her pubis.<br/>"Perfectly normal." Kaiana cooed.<br/>"I hate it. I want it gone." she pouted.<br/>"There are way, but none fitting a young lady such as yourself."<br/>"What if it's still there when I finally get a chance to-"<br/>"A man will accept you as you are. And besides, if he not, than why should you have to?" Kaiana added with a quick jump of her brows.<br/>Melaila chuckled as she slipped her gown back on and began towards her room, reminding her 'friend' to obtain the wine. This however, made Kaiana's face drop a little. The wine was located within the ludus, under a door inside the training yard. Why it couldn't be kept somewhere directly in the villa was beyond her, but there was nothing she could do. She only hoped it would not be as last time when their reigning champion with the given name Nexus attempted her... nethers. She was lucky his trainer had been there.<br/>With a deep breath, she tightened the string at her side to secure her dress (though useless considering the lack of cloth to begin and the face it was indeed a dress) and climbed down the stairs. It was a bit more dingy, a large room meant for a grand party and tables built into the walls, along with an embellished block in the center for an assortment of showings. Three rows of pillars were lined up as support until she reached that iron gate that lead her into the courtyard. Her hands, nervous yet deft unlocked the iron bars and stepped through, closing it behind her.<br/>Her steps were careful and along the edge, in the back corner by the edge entrance to their dining quarter. Her foot tapped around the sand until she heard the proper pitch change, which lead to a thump. She bent over and pulled at the edge, lifting a wooden door and disappearing behind it. She sifted around the small space, barely able to reach her arms out on either side of her. It would hold three people tightly due to all the racks of wine jugs.<br/>She pulled one from the back and began climbing, setting it on the sand and securing it back to it's place. The gladiators dare not break into it, lest they be rewarding with a good lashing, or worse. It was supposedly a test of their patience and will, for the Dominus occasionally shared his spoils with his warriors - when the occasion called for it.<br/>As she finished, her steps quickened to the gate as she attempted to unlock it, but not before a brooding shadow was cast over her. She sucked in a breath, the wine held strategically in front of her as she turned to face him.<br/>"Nexus." she said plainly.<br/>"What shall we next meet." he said with a rich accent.<br/>"I fear it not to be. My Domina would see me remain unstained, especially from within the house."<br/>"Fuck the Dominas." he snapped quietly, "I'll fuck them as hard as you."<br/>He step pressed her against the bars, threatening to crush the clay jug as her hand struggled to open it behind her.