<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>Roaming the Interior<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Simple, deep red, knee-length chiton that drapes over her left shoulder and leaves her right breast exposed; golden collar and cuffs; tiny golden bells around her ankles and plain woven sandals.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None | Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Voyeuristic ruminations and extreme thirst...<br/><hr/><br/>Sabina moved silently through the rooms of her Master's domus with an air of familiarity that would no doubt signal to others that she was not brought here by a guest; just as the collar locked around her slender throat and the golden cuffs and bells would signal her role in society.  The bells had irritated her at first, with their soft jingling with each of her graceful steps, but thankfully she quickly grew accustomed to the sound and it now blended with the murmur of voices.  The pretty trinkets, along with the scandalously short, revealing dress were merely designed to let the Master's guests know she was available for their entertainment.  Enticements to lure them with her soft, supple flesh and pretty face.<br/><br/>This would be her first Bacchanalia in such a role, and she could not deny a tiny flutter of nervousness in her stomach.  So far, her unabashed gaze had not passed over any form or face that she found unappealing, and she could not deny the excitement the night engendered in her.  Her heart raced and she felt her skin heat as she stood watching for a few minutes as two guests shared another girl, the wife of one of the other senators, if she wasn't mistaken.  A pang thrummed low in her abdomen and she felt the first hints of moisture between her thighs.<br/><br/>Turning from the heady tableau, she plucked a cup of wine from a nearby surface and took a long sip, before crossing to a table lain with fruits, breads, meats...all manner of delicious foods and, of course, more wine.  She gazed over the guests as she bit into a fig drizzled with honey, the sweet nectar glistening on her full lips and coating her tongue.  As guest after guest arrived, she felt her anticipation grow to overpower any lingering nerves, the wine she sipped helping to quench any fear that she might have felt over what the night held for her.