<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Aelia1.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aelia (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14076847#msg14076847)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Senator's wife<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Sundown, 10 August<br/><strong>Location:</strong>her home > Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>a fancy, light purple tunic (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Aeliawears1.png)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>none<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Canus, Drusilla<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Oh look, wine!<hr/><br/><br/>Bacchanalia.<br/><br/>That glorious festival drenched in wine and debauchery.<br/><br/>It had been two years since Aelia had celebrated Bacchus, and tonight she was ready to feast, flirt, and fuck. The Senator's wife was languishing in her own private milk bath, tenderly washed clean by her slaves. On a normal day she much more relished the public baths and the feasts for the senses that it was, but today was not a normal day. And tonight would not be a normal night.<br/><br/>It saddened her ever so slightly that her husband wouldn't be joining her. As much as she loved him and his cock, she also enjoyed seeing him pleasuring another. Hedonists they were, but sadly she'd only be able to regale him of the night's festivities when he returned from whatever business had taken him away. That was something to which she rarely paid attention. Aelia loved the fine standing in society and luxurious lifestyle that came with being of the senatorial class but had no desire to embroil herself in politics. She sighed happily as she waved her hand ever so slightly, the message received easily by one of her slaves. A large sheet was wrapped around her as she departed the creamy colored waters of the pool. Against the fine linen that enshrouded her, Aelia's skin felt soft, delicate, sensuous. Perfect for the night ahead.<br/><br/>The crowds on the streets were receding as she and her slave made their way through the city, carefully coiffed blond ringlets bouncing with each step. Even though she knew she wouldn't be wearing it for very long she'd had the light purple tunic she wore made specifically for this evening. It screamed of her wealth and stature, showing all who she encountered exactly who she was without a word needing to be said. Aelia was barely in the vestibulum of Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus when she could hear the musicians playing their lively melodies and smell the exotic spices that permeated the air.<br/><br/>Aelia removed her small sandals before entering the atrium, not because it was a necessity but because she loved the feel of cool tile on her bare feet. As she entered the large room she took note of the handsome couple that seemed to have arrived not long before her and nodded her head toward them in greeting, a gentle smile bedecking her lips. They were unknown to her and so she would wait for her host to give proper introductions. Dutifully her slave ventured off to procure a glass of wine for her domina, while Aelia knelt beside the inpluvium and dipped her fingers into the cool water, sending ripples across its surface.<br/>