<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>Decius | Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<hr/>There was no urgency to this night, not for Drusilla. Ever ready to languish in sensual delight regardless of its nature, she took her time, allowing the slow build of anticipation and awareness pull her along in its growing ebb and flow. The taste of wine coated her lips and tongue freely, doing its part to encourage the waking hungers within while her eyes devoured the sights laid out before her and her ear soaked up even the softest exclamations of enjoyment and revelry. Her own husband had already begun the night's dance, his selection and impeccable taste bringing an admiring smile to her lips briefly before she continued on her way. The slaves offered up as a bounty of flesh given to pleasure as their only purpose were indeed a lure of the most tempting kind--particularly as she watched some of them navigate the room and the people within with more agility and subtlety than their respective owners might have given them credit for.<br/><br/>And for Drusilla's own part she was open and direct with her interest, her eyes lighting and lingering upon teasing touches between those who would never be equals, small tastes shared between rivals and friends alike. It was as interesting as it was erotic, a dance that spoke to her in the most primal of ways while also captivating her mind. She didn't even care that she ended up moving to a spot that more or less left her adrift alone at the edge of the sea of decadence before her. Stimulated as she was, she was content for the time being though ever alert for one who might well be able to handle the width and depth of her desire.<br/><br/><em>"I pride myself in knowing all the names and all the titles that there are to know in Rome. Shame on you for ruining that record, no longer perfect. Shame... I'll allow you to make it up to me by sharing your name. You may call me Decius, if you wish."</em><br/><br/>As tuned in as she was, her awareness heightened, Drusilla was aware of the male who neared. Whether he would speak or not had been a fifty fifty gamble but considering the weight of his eyes upon her, she'd expected he'd seek out her attention in some manner or other and she wasn't disappointed.<br/><br/>Lips curving, her head turned slowly, her eyes pulling away from the giggling scene unfolding between two servants in a manner that might have seemed reluctant to some without a certain level of confidence. Dark eyes regarded the male, noting through both his name and a brief recollection from both Canus and brief glimpses elsewhere, that he was a Roman official of some importance. His appearance betrayed some sense of youth at least in comparison to herself and her husband, but he was certainly full grown and in the full blush of his virility. They had never been introduced before but that was no deterrent to her now.<br/><br/>"How fortunate I am you've allowed me a chance at forgiveness," Her brow quirked even as she feigned deference, but the small smirk upon her lips showed favorable humor at least. "Though, in giving you my name, how am I to be sure you won't simply forget it in an instant? I mean, all the names and titles in Rome... that is quite a tall order and no woman wants to be the one forgotten." She sipped delicately at her wine as she looked up, her tongue following to deftly lick away the traces of sweetness that lingered upon her lips.<br/><br/>