<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/45/4d/11/454d11e7fccef0fd9ddbbd9116467955.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nailah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286062.msg14077261#msg14077261)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Widow of the former Praefectus augustalis of Aegyptus<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 10 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the hallway leading from the atrium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something like this... (https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/spartacus/images/6/6c/Gaialounge.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130518145851) + arm cuffs in avi<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Varius<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<hr/>Her heart was beating a little faster than she'd expected. As a woman long since used to being put on display for someone else's purpose, she'd thought nerves to be a non-existent thing for her, yet, here they were, tripping her pulse and sending ripples of awareness across her flesh as she stepped into the home of a Roman Senator her late husband had known through some connection or other. To her he was just another faceless Roman, pale skinned and self-important. However, she was polite nonetheless when the time came to greet and be greeted, her manner tempered just enough to be acceptable within the bounds of a host-guest exchange without feeling as though she were bowing to yet another.<br/><br/>Accompanied by only a single guard, a retired gladiator who had pledged his sword to her back in the heated dessert of her home, Nailah felt like a fish out of water. Not because of the decadence or the intention of the night--she'd been to such things over the years, both before her husband and with him (the latter being not as fun as one would think)--but rather because this would be the first such occasion she had attended for her own purposes in quite some time. Except now it wasn't some rebellious act made against her father and it wasn't a punishment disguised as favor. It was a choice, freely made, in the spirit of her own desires--unknown to her as they were. It should have made for a truly liberating night but somehow she wasn't yet convinced. As if she didn't quite trust the entire situation.<br/><br/>Dressed in a foreign fashion, because when in Rome..., Nailah kept her head held high, her back straight. She was nobility even without a man beside her and she would act accordingly. And by accordingly she totally meant she would snag the first offered cup of wine and with barely a glance about her begin to drink it down as if plagued with an unquenchable thirst. Already there was ample flesh on display but somehow she did not feel so much tempted as she did wary. She needed to regain her bearings. Needed to remember who and what she was--Oh who was she kidding, she needed to fuck.<br/><br/>Exchanging her cup for one that was full, Nailah took to this one more slowly. It was more happenstance than anything that she looked up from the glittering depths at that precise moment and saw none other than Varius Lucianus. His was not a face she had not expected to see and if her pulse had begun to slow and steady, it tripped over itself again as she watched him move further into the room. Remembering made her want to turn and slink away but everything else in her kept her rooted to the spot, her gaze not turning away even if he should turn her way and catch her. Thank the gods she had wine.