<div class="floatleft">(https://media.giphy.com/media/JxrsGYoury5xe/giphy.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Drusilla (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14077210#msg14077210)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Plebeian born wife of Canus Naevius Cerinthus<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 10 | Sunset<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vestibulum to Atrium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something well made but simple like this... (http://www.frockflicks.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/1cb58cea2f6e113220c932f05997c839.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Canus | OPEN<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Aelia, Marcus, Damacles<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<hr/>Mmm, the Bacchanalia. Drusilla would have been lying had she claimed not to have been looking forward to this night. Fortunately for her, the man beside her knew her inside and out and the need for lies between man and wife simply did not exist for them. He knew her appetites intimately, even shared them in many regards, and gave her largely free reign to indulge with the knowledge that regardless of what delights she sampled, she was forever his as he was hers. It was truly more than she could have ever asked for out of her life given her low born origins and she thanked the gods well and truly for the generosity of fate. Of course, she did not lay it all at their feet. Hers was a keen mind and as much as any soldier might wield their blade, Drusilla made use of her own finely honed weapon, keeping it sharp and ever ready regardless of the circumstances. No matter her intention to enjoy the decadence that was sure to be present, tonight was no different in that regard.<br/><br/><em>“Have I told you the extent of your beauty enough yet this eve, my Lady?”</em><br/><br/>Feline eyes glinted in the fading light of day as they cut toward the handsome profile above her. Ever the sweet talker, her Canus, his words brought forth a smile to her lips and her hand stroked lightly over his forearm where she held onto him, a subtle show of the genuine affection and admiration she held for him. As always, he was feast for her eyes, his shoulders broad and strong above an enviably male physique that was yet to go the way of so many who made a life of politics. As it was, they could have engaged in their own private celebration back at their lodgings and Drusilla would have been more than satisfied as they rode each other to exhaustion. It seemed almost greedy that she should be looking forward to a chance to see him in action but there it was, a fluttering anticipation lighting upon her nerve endings so that devious thoughts seeped into her mind even just looking at him.<br/><br/>"Come now, my love. You know that I never tire of your tongue," Drusilla replied easily, her lips quirking slightly. "And I would be most upset were you to be trampled underfoot. No doubt several others would be as well. As I recall there are several who would entertain the idea of securing your<em>affections</em>and I do so love a good show." It was honesty rather than cattiness, the latter being something that Drusilla did her best to refrain from. She knew there were those who thought to look down upon her because of her birth and those who swore she'd somehow bewitched her husband, but she let them do and say as they wish, allowing her actions and the strides she and Canus made together to speak for themselves if there was anything to be said at all. Drusilla did not mind being underestimated in the least. Though the night ahead would see most of that shelved as people lost themselves to ecstasy.<br/><br/>Accepting his kisses and praise, Drusilla placed herself into the role of perfect complement to Canus as they moved inward to greet their renown host. The senator before them was a respected man and Drusilla found him intelligent and capable, which were high marks in her mind. It made her attendance in his home a more comfortable affair so that once their brief exchange was done and she had released her husband to his whims and desires, she was able to move to find a comfortable spot in which to settle. Servants brought her wine and she accepted, her manner light and perhaps a little more flirtatious than usual as she took up a cup. Idly she meandered through the home of her host, a light scent trailing from her already heated skin as she moved, her eyes lighting upon various figures she knew either by name, or reputation, such as the Aelia, some Senator's wife, and Marcus O'rogenous who she knew of due to that champion of his, Damacles. There were others too, virile males arriving that were sure to entice any female out of what one would call "proper" behavior, and delectable female forms of a wide array, some servants, some freedmen attending as guests, and the wealthy and influential of course. Oh sure, there were those she might call friend about as well, and even some past indulgences she favored with bold glances, but Drusilla was ever the alert one and was not yet ready to settle for the familiar. Oh no, now was the time to set about making new friends if one could and she intended to see to her own satisfaction.