<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Livia </span>and<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Caris</span>on the Balcony - with Patrocles and other slave girl<br/><br/>Caris glanced to the hand that reached up for the gladiators and concentrated on tilting her head so that she could simply look at the games and nothing else. What the beautiful Livia saw in the oafish Patrocles was beyond her, granted he was tall and muscular, possessed a favourable countenance and she knew his girth was also favourably proportioned but even with all these she could not take to the man. He stifled any good will she might have ever possessed towards him from the onset and she had never been able to retrieve it.<br/><br/>Both women gasped with a start as the female gladiator rushed at the soldier, toppling them both over the balcony. Caris stared in horror and wonder moving directly to the balcony to view for herself what had transpired. Livia however remained seated, calculating in her head the consequence of yet another death on these premises if the Roman soldier lost his life. Silence seemed to envelope the entire place as the two attempted to right themselves and regain breath and balance.<br/><br/>Livia felt a rush of excitement that perhaps a proper battle would be fought and not merely the clobbering of a head and the unfairness of only one with a weapon. She liked when the odds were even and the pairings evenly matched. The battles were usually more gruesome but always spectacular. The female had a gladius and was charging at the soldier about the same time that Livia felt Patrocles return to her back. She had not minded both servants moving to the actual balcony to view the events closer and was glad that Caris chose to stay there, intently looking upon the game. She paid little heed as yet to the other servant left abandoned on the balcony by her master.<br/><br/>She felt his hand touch her shoulder and gazed sidelong at it.<br/><strong>“Kneel with me Patrocles”</strong>she commanded him, taking a small cushion and placing it on the ground beside her. Caris heard the command and grinned, the stifling temperatures usually caused  Livia to become somewhat heated and in these matters she had called her plenty of times to assuage the urge that built within her, today with Patrocles on hand, Caris was certain that he would indeed be on hand.