<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">[<em>x</em>]</span><br/>She walked back into the home, a slight sway of the hips strutted her movements. "This heat!" She hissed as she stopped, and those slaves that returned with her rushed forwards removing the palla from about her shoulders. She sighed and rolled her neck, touching her fingers to her neck. Vorena once more spent coin they really could not afford on buying herself finery for the upcoming gala hosted by her husband. There was no way that Augustus could expect to reach elevated status or be invited to Rome if their home held nothing of grandeur. And she was expected to look every inch the perfect wife, and so it called for extra purchases. She waved off the Slaves who rushed to store away the goods and Vorena heard the distant call of the whip, and her unasked question on her husbands whereabouts was answered.<br/><br/>Vorena walked through the manner, past the empty stone basin in the centre of the home and headed out onto the balcony. She saw Geila but paid her no regard, and the blonde seemed to retreat away as she walked out. "Husband" Vorena spoke as she brushed straight past the pale haired girl and stopped at Augustus' side. She placed a hand on his arm lightly and looked down to the Gladiators, and she smirked lightly. If she was honest she had been consumed with the thoughts of getting one of them between her thighs for some time, the thought playing out as her fingers entertained herself on bath times.<br/><br/>Looking over her shoulder, Vorena saw the empty wine jug and she scowled a little. "Fetch more wine" She demanded, her tone uncaring and cold.<br/>"Yes Domina" Came the answer and Vorena did not acknowledge it before she looked back to Augustus.<br/>"The Legatus brings with him his Uncle" She informed "And at my request, Amara brings her brother and cousin" She added. Amara was an acquaintance of Vorena, and her relatives held significant positions in office, and where listened to by those of more senior standing. Whatever it took, Vorena would seal an invitation to Rome.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">[<em>x</em>]</span> As Vorena walked onto the balcony, Geila seemed to shrink away. The female was viscous, with a swift and strong hand. She instantly felt uncomfortable and yearned to be sent away, to rush away from her mistress. Her arms ached from holding the jug, despite its near emptiness. And then her request was fulfilled and she was sent to fetch more wine. The wine was located downstairs, in the cool storage unit. Jugs of water and wine were kept here in the attempts to keep it cold and away from heat and temptation. "Yes Domina" Geila informed and she walked from the balcony, and inside, and she relaxed her arms a little more.<br/><br/>Geila sighed and she made her way through the halls, the manor looking spotless and clear as it always did. The guards littered the place, and they always looked to the slaves with a lingering eye, and it repulsed Geila. She headed across to the stairwell that would take her downstairs, and she could hear the Gladiators being taken inside. Geila took the stone steps slowly, watching as the procession walked in from the scorching head. Her face was still, not offering any form of emotion to instigate anything, or cause a reaction from the Guards, However, the tall Germanic Gladiator walked in and Geila froze.<br/><br/>Of course she knew there was one here from her home lands, but this was the closes she had been to him. It pulled at her heartstrings, seeing his bright hair, much like her brothers. Geila couldn't help but stare at him, he reminded her so much of home. Her shoulders dropped and she opened her mouth to ask where he hailed from, but she was ushered onwards. "Move it... Unless you want to spend the night in there" Growled one of the guards laughing and Geila moved quickly into the storage, but not without looking once more to the tall blonde haired man.<br/><br/></span>