<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/34/e4/97/34e4973201c5897affc2c71b25ad0b77--rose-hairstyle-hairstyle-braid.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Petellia Iusta<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Daughter of a Senator, wife of a missing solider, patroness to the artisans<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Evening l August 10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home > Atrium > Impluvium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>dressed up as a nymph (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/77/38/3f77380e2e4d1dfd241da297b658911f.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aelia<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Publius, Nailah, Varius, Canus, Drusilla, Damacles, Marcus, Aelia, Isco, Decius  (in that order)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Mischievousness, rude inner thoughts, naughty ideas, scantily clad costuming, and impish disregard for being properly introduced before asking to play, nymphish splashing of the inpluvium water<hr/><br/>Publius Fhloston. The host of the evening did more to lessen her appetite than wet it. Was that overly vicious? Ah, well, it could not be helped. She was positive there would be more than a few young nymphs and flush youths vying for the elder. He held vast wealth and power after all, an attractive thing for many young people. Of course, she was not so old, being only four-and-twenty, but she was locked in a precarious marriage already and extremely disinterested in the host, none the less. Of course she'd never be rude openly. Peteilla smiled to herself deviously. No, no, she saved the naughty rudeness for flinging those she was interested in. Especially ones who might catch her and put her over their knee. A lovely senators wife, a gladiator, a solider, a young upstart senator, perhaps even a slave? It a was feast for the eyes as well as the palate. Anyone she wishes might be a possibility tonight!<br/><br/>Oh how she loved such events! Her husband was currently in an unknown location, which hardly bothered her so as long as the pay from his services kept pouring in. No one to correct her wild behaviors and attendance to such occasions... It was almost lonely. Peteilla laughed softly to herself, eyes gleaming with mischief. With her hair in curls and braids, as was the fashion, she had added flowers and a white strip of linen in the braids to her give her more of a youthful style. Her dress was hardly decent, a drape of flowing almost sheer linen the color of milk and honey pinned precariously on her shoulder leaving one breast bare. Well, almost bare. Peteilla had spent plenty of good afternoons having the shell and metal breast covering fashioned. It had been a very... intimate commission after all.<br/><br/>Riding to the host of the evening domus in a litter that had a canopy to keep her hidden from the vicious sun. The litter bearers had been four slave men, lucky enough to escort her to an event and free to indulge in the event if they wished. Wrapped over her shoulders was another linen to keep her modest for walking in public. Once inside however, she flung the stifling thing off and tossed it to a slave. Bold and with a flair for the dramatic, Peteilla practically glittered as she walked to the host and greeted him with an impish smile. Playfully chastised for her costume and given a full look over by many, she merely responded with pleasant flatteries and quips of her own before going to search for some wine.<br/><br/>What was a night without wine?! A few people were already mingling and flirting and she couldn't keep herself from grinning, every step almost as if she were elated enough to glide on the air. Was that the mysterious widow of the former Praefectus augustalis of Aegyptus? Barely anyone ever got a glimpse of her. My, my and what a view it was too. How lovely and exotic! And she was already flirting with someone who looked like a delicious demi-god of strength and sun. Lucky lady! Oh and there was the Provincial Governor of Macedonia Prima and his glorious goddess of a wife. Seemed the brought along a few treats of man meat with them. One looked like a fighter. Wonder if he was as good with his hands as her favored artisans... Even a General seemed to make an attendance tonight. A lovely senator's wife... Oh and more gladiators along with, was that an aedile? How absolutely salacious! Peteilla was practically beside herself with bubbling excitement and had to press her hand against her smiling mouth to trap in the girlish giggles that threatened to spill forward.<br/><br/>She knew of these people in passing, but never had she imagined their attractive forms twisting and twining in debauchery of all kinds. It was downright delightful. Nabbing up some of that wine she had been in search of, she too took a sip and smiled deviously over all the lovely guests. Being a bit of social butterfly, she decided to get her horses into motion and sided right up to the senator's wife in purple she had spotted. She dropped down and knelt by the inpluvium companionably and smiled as warm and mischievous as ever. "Lovely lady, you look so lonely," her voice was gentle and musical in its mirth, "What say you and I join forces to garner a bit of attention from all of our shy companions?" Peteilla wink and splashed a bit of water at the other woman. Not enough to get on her clothing, but enough to try and invite her into a bit of playfulness.