<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/22/12/c9/2212c94211de3539be1f1ac50e530afd.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 tunic<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://cimarron.wdfiles.com/local--files/rpol-pics/Tunic)</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drusilla<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/><br/>The time for the Bacchanalia was nearly upon them with the sun setting in the west as Canus escorted his dazzling and perfectly stunning bride, Drusilla, into the Vestibule of the Senator’s Domus.  Publius Fhloston was a Senator of great influence, a man of sage and wickedly  sharp intellect and a host of great renown.  The province where Canus, truly Canus and Drusilla together, for she was every bit his partner in all things, his better in most and his lover, wife and Mother of his children always.  Had he pursued her simply for her exotic beauty and ample curves, no man would have questioned it, and yet neither would they have looked askance if she were plain looking and possessed the talent, charisma and seductively subtle, yet overwhelming charms that Drusilla did.  Fortunately for Canus, rather than choose between one type of woman or the other, the exceptional creature upon his arm was all of those things and more.<br/><br/>Drusilla was loyal to Canus in every way he desired and that she had pledged herself to be as his wife, and his devotion to her was equal and  powerful in that same way.  Each also enjoyed allowing the other to share their favors, doing so confidently, with assurance that they would always return to their true one and only.  Such confidence and easy camaraderie between them made nights like the Bacchanalia all the more enjoyable.  There were few the other would not allow them to take if they wished, and if fortune smiled brightly, they might well share a partner at some point.  Garbed in a tan tunic with a black and gold border, one that fit his 6’4” muscled frame in a way that complimented Canus’s well-toned frame,  Canus was comfortable and walked with the pride of a man who belonged with the exquisite creature at his side.<br/><br/>“Have I told you the extent of your beauty enough yet this eve, my Lady?” he asked Drusilla, knowing his tongue had been wagging sincere and romantic compliments her way even before she had finally chosen the outfit she was wearing, and even more so as they walked to the Domus from the quarters near by where they were staying during their visit to Rome, “If I have not, and if I have, let me say once more that you are exquisite in every way, and that I will no doubt be trampled underfoot of the mob of men and ladies alike that rush forth to vie for your sweet and sensual attentions, my Love.”  With a kiss pressed to her hand and then to her cheek, Canus was ready to both greet their host and to set his beautiful and exotic free upon her own adventures for the evening, though she knew his eye would watch over her protectively as Canus always did.<br/>