<strong>~ Domina Valeria, putting her schemes in motion ~<br/>~ Ludus Villa; inner courtyard ~</strong><br/><br/>“Yes, he will quarter with the other slaves.” By now, Valeria was growing quite bored of this guest. Though that was also partly thanks to the fact that she wished to have her husband all to herself. Alas, there were other appointments to see to, and if she wasn't careful, she would be lounging in the courtyard all afternoon. So her gaze shifted to put events in fixed motion.<br/><br/>“Nakia,” the Domina knew she did not need to shout the name of her favoured servant. The position was not granted to anyone, after all. Nakia had earned it, and therefore was often entrusted with more complex orders. “Take Amplus downstairs and make sure he is settled. Give him his own chamber. Then you must make sure all the Gladiators are prepared, including the fresh meat.” By that, she meant washed, oiled, and shaved clean of hair save for that upon their heads. “Ah yes! And have our Champion painted... hmmm... paint him gold from crown to toe. I would have him demonstrate his skills for our honoured guests.”<br/><br/>With that said, she turned her smiling eyes back to the would-be senate. “Please, you simply<em>must</em>forgive us for not presenting you immediately with our stock. You see, my dear husband made fresh purchase of slaves who just so happened to arrive at noon today.” She gave her husband's thigh a much firmer squeeze at the mention of his loose purse, making sure he was reminded of her disapproval of the coin he had spent with the digging of her nails upon his taut flesh. Despite her ministrations, her gaze would remain upon Bastian, fixed with such effortlessly polite ease.<br/><br/>“A most ill timed arrival, but one that could not be avoided. Still, I would not have you look upon   our stock until they are each fit for the eyes of the Emperor himself. Let it be.... a surprise! One I am most certain we shall all look forward to this evening.” Valeria positively beamed at the prospects of such a gathering of flesh. It was certain to win over the Primus Pilus and his gluttonous wife.<br/><br/>“But as for now, you must be tired, yes? Let me at the very least grant you the pick of my handmaidens to see you comfortably to your chambers.” Snapping her fan shut, she pointed it to the two remaining servants who at once, scuttled forwards. They stood obediently; one fair-haired and pale skinned, most likely an import from Britannia. While the other was of a golden tan, dark hair, and clearly more native breeding. To help the guest make his selection, Valeria waved her fan at their tunicas, her silent order simple. In unison, the two women unclasped the fabric to reveal their ample, tear-drop breasts under the shade of the sunlight. Both figures well proportioned in full curves, and not a blush to be seen under the scrutiny of their bodies, signifying that they were no strangers to pleasure.<br/>