<div class="floatleft">(http://assets.viewers-guide.hbo.com/large5525b1af8c228.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sabina<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Slave<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Evening | August 10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Atrium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Golden collar and cuffs; tiny golden bells around her ankles and plain woven sandals.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Canus | Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Nudity and more flirting...<br/><hr/><br/>She did as she was bid, turning away from him on the ball of one foot and stepping nimbly over the spill of wine-red fabric to stand just beyond the garment.  Her neck arched and her muscles twitched faintly beneath the silken cover of her skin where his lips passed, nerves lighting up with sparks that only served to fan the fire in her abdomen.  As he straightened, she turned her head slightly to murmur in an intimate tone, her body settling back against his.<br/><br/>"By word and deed you flatter me, Canus.  If you are not cautious, I shall find myself spoiled and no longer content with the lot that life has dealt me."  She flashed a teasing smile as she peered up at him, gasping when his hand found and claimed her breast, back arching as she moaned wantonly from the heavy pulses his fingers aroused deep within.  Her firm, round backside pressed eager back into the feel of his hardness through the thin covering of his tunic, pinning the shaft between her plump cheeks as she savored the teasing of her sensitive peak.<br/><br/>Her breath coming somewhat swifter and more ragged, she nodded at his request and reached for a pitcher of wine on the table, lifting it in one hand, along with her nearly-empty cup, and leading him from the Atrium.  Her steps her slow and sensual, her rounded hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm as she made her way through the building, past lovers in various modes, stages and positions of debauched fornication.  Her eyes unabashedly appreciated the flashes of attractive flesh, every form of bawdy pleasure on display for all to witness and enjoy.  Soon, they were in the master's study, and she set the pitcher of wine and cup down upon the large table at its center, then turned to face him once more.  "This is my favorite room in the domus, Canus.  Does it suit your wishes?"