<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Domina Livia Metalla</em></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ entering the Ludus with entourage and Champion</em></span></span><br/>~~ fluid time<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.film.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/39358397-39358402-large.jpg)</div><em><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">C</span></strong></em>aris had the sense after pulling on the gate chain to return alongside the chair with fan in hand. Her own back took the brunt of the sun as she wafted the fan up and down in her bid to keep her Domina cool. It would not do to show a trace of perspiration. Her gaze fell only once to Petrocles, seething that an infernal gladiator would give her an order be it merely by the nod of his sun kissed hair or his baritone voice, it was still an insult she cared not for. Yet it had to be born for he had found great favour in the eyes of her beloved Domina. How often had she stood outside her chambers listening unintentionally but  having no other noise to fall at her ears save the panting and moaning of them both? She wished it were her place to question the Domina's personal taste in men but knew it was not. Caris also knew she was far from jealous of the man, her own tastes lay firmly in her own gender and knew it was here the problem lay. How often had she desired to be the one causing her domina to moan so beautifully?<br/><br/>Livia's eyes did not gaze once upon her servant; when her beautiful startling eyes were not downcast in a display of modesty they were fastened upon her gladiator. Many attempts were made to rest, to keep her demeanour calm whilst in this suppressing heat but every time she looked even briefly upon Patrocles she felt her temperature soar greatly. Watching as he swept his hair back, she could all but visualise the trickle of sweat beading down his neck and slicking its way through the expanse of his broad back. A tremor of arousal trickled through her, he was every inch a man, a warrior, he fell short in no detail.<br/><br/>As his rich voice spoke their arrival her servants irritation was lost on her. The gate opened and Livia smiled as Patrocles came to speak with her. His regard for her comfort endeared him further and it took all her composure and years of fine etiquette to not insist he wrap her legs about his face while he devoured her. She blamed the heat for these wayward lusting thoughts and merely nodded her head, somewhat fearful of what she might actually say were she to speak to him in turn. A non-chalant wave of her hand indicated that the matter dealt with was of no real consequence or import to her and within moments she was being hoisted up on the sedan chair again and carried within to the inner courtyard. Demanding the fan from Caris with a mere outstretching of her hand, she began to fan herself. Letting the papyrus leaves with their beautiful pattern brush a gentle breeze across her face.<br/><br/>Barely a glance was spared in the direction of the other two that occupied the courtyard, as her chair was lowered once more Livia cast her gaze repeatedly to the form, molded to perfection in his garments, of her gladiator, her champion and felt herself eager to have this meeting over and done with.