<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6oiypDuDl1rs1ef6o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Canus Naevius Cerinthus<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Provincial Governor of Macedonia Prima<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 10/Sun beginning to set<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Vestibulum to Atrium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sandals/ceremonial dagger on right hip plus This (http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/rpol-pics/Tunic)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drusilla/Sabina/Observing the others<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/><br/>Canus breathed deeply of the intoxicating scent that was filling the very air that he breathed, one that he knew so wonderfully well.  It was the scent of desire and passion, of beauty given, taken and shared with a powerful freeness, it was the very natural and intoxicating scent of Drusilla.  Not a singular aroma, for though she needed little adornment of her face or figure, and likewise perfumed her spectacular body in only the lightest of ways, the deliciousness that he and others inhaled was a heady mixture of her chosen aromatic oil or balm to wear and verily the incredibly sensual and erotic nature of his stunningly ravenous wife herself.  Inspired by her mood, and she was in a randy and hungrily playful mood on the early eve of the Bacchanalian festivities soon to commence, like her beauty to the eyes, the very essence of Drusilla would soon drive the men and women alike mad with need and want for her.<br/><br/>Hearing her encouragement for him to find another, or several others, to share his company, charms and time with, he knew well that she would be watching Canus’ every conquest and delighting in every pleasure shared between he and the partner whose affections he chose to share for all or part of the evening.  She liked to watch, as did Canus, a thought that sent blood flowing to his loins, stretching the thin, barely there cloth which girded his loins from feeling too loosed too soon.<br/><br/>“As you wish, my Lover, and know that my eyes will ever fill with your wantonness, as my ears crave for the sound of your beautiful debauchery,” he bid Drusilla to find her own pleasures and to sate her lusty desires to their fullest, knowing that in the end it would be upon his arm that they would depart away from the revelry, sharing in the radiant glow it would no doubt bring to both.<br/><br/>Their parting complete, Canus was freer in many ways than any man in the domus to seek his first and sweetest taste of the night’s hedonistic promises.  Eyes sharp with hunger, keen intelligence, and a desire for beauty that was not spoiled by political intentions nor machinations of societal climbing, Canus was observant of all who traveled into and about the room, paying homage to their host as they became enchanted and entranced with the nearly endless array of pleasures of both the vineyards and of the flesh.<br/><br/>In drawing his first goblet of a deeply red wine from a well-crafted bottle that held this decadently hued libation, Canus looked to his left and knew both the signs of innocent seduction and serendipity as they passed by him clad in the form of a singular woman.  That the color of her garb matched his chosen vintage was no mere coincidence, he ever believed that all things had meaning and connection and drew near to her with a quickness, even as she sampled the honeyed treats that overfilled the table by which she stood.  Her skin was deep of hue, like that of his one true love, again a sign with meaning in the eyes and mind of Canus, while the gentle splendor of her eyes and lips cried out for attentions more satisfying and indeed, filling than the lightness of the fig she was sampling just then.<br/><br/>The golden collar and cuffs marked her as a slave, and as such Canus found a pureness in her purpose and soul.  Many of the free peoples present that night had other reasons than simply carnal pleasure and good wine to couple with their fellows and ladies that night, while she was offered purely for the enjoyment of her beauty.  The offering that she was, no matter her ardent beauty and the supple curves that she was so amply and perfectly blessed with, would mean little if a dour or broken visage appeared upon her.  Canus would not treat a slave as though she were a free-woman, for it was cruel to offer and pretend that his company alone could set her life to something it was not, yet he never treated any creature, slave or free, wealthy or pauper, powerful or powerless, as any less or more than they deserved by the intents and desires of their minds and souls.  Her eyes swept across the room with the nervous excitement that told him her soul was alive and well, and her movements and manner spoke of a woman whose mind he would like to know as intimately as her flesh.<br/><br/>Moving next to her, Canus stood to his full and regal height by her side, the back of his left hand and fingers caressing the tawny flesh that was the length and fullness of her upper arm, before his thumb and forefinger traveled to draw lines of sensation from each side of her jaw to the perfect curve of her chin, drawing her eyes and face up towards his own, finding the color of the deep blue sea present in his eyes, along with the sparkle of interest and desire that her presence had inspired there,<br/><br/>“My lady, beyond lovely you are and of such warmth and beauty that I cannot be drawn anywhere at this moment but to your side.  You are slaveborn and I a freeman, indeed a Governor of a distant province, but that is the magic of Bacchanalia, in this night you are free to desire my presence and pleasures, to share my company and all of you that I desire, or you may, and I would hope kindly so, toss my ardent and amorous interest in you to the four winds, to go and seek the company of another.  I am Canus, and I would have your name, your body and your mind, dear one, each shared fully with me this night…if that is a desire I can entice you to share towards me,” Canus told her, and spoke every word with the utter and complete belief he had in them.<br/><br/>Slave or Empress, it mattered little to him.  Canus would have no woman unless she desired him, but true to his nature, he would seek her desires with directness and charm both, bold in his wanting, and patient in his fulfillment of those wantings.<br/><br/>