<div align="center"><strong>This is the home of Artemis </strong></div><br/><br/><br/><em>Fitting her personality, Artemis’ house is beautiful and well kept. It has two floors consisting of a ground floor and a basement. The exterior is a square house built on a base of loosely cut and tightly backed stones, from this base of stones walls rise that have been smoothly plastered in stucco to ward off the humid jungle climate. The roof is terra-cotta tiles. A level path paved with square smooth stones winds to the front porch that encircles the whole home. There are matching pillars of stone and stucco holding the porch up. <br/><br/>The top of the walk toward the path is flanked by two tall stone braziers that are lighted at night to aid any amazons still out at night. The façade of the home has been painted colorfully depicting scenes of Amazonian heroes and scenes of hunts and battles. Artemis painted them herself when she had free time. The walk winded up to a heavily stained wooden door that had no lock. <br/>The first floor consisted of a small hallway that let out into an opulent great room. Certainly the palace put it to shame, but it was none too shabby. The flagstone floor was even and clean. At the center was a four-sided fire place encircled by rosy stones, a collection of wrought iron fireplace tools sat close by. Radiating from the fire place were potted plants and thick mats and rugs. Low divans and ottomans sat about everywhere with square tables for putting drinks or food. Tapestries and paintings covered the walls. She had a shelf for scrolls tucked away in a corner. There were windows with shutters to catch the east sun and the west sunset.<br/><br/>If the door to the outside was facing to the east then to the west behind a curtain of beads was her bedroom. Inside the cozy space sat a large bed able to easily accommodate five adults. It was low and pilled with pillows and fine blankets of soft material.  The walls were decorated with more tapestries. It was relatively lightly furnished, letting its true purpose shine through. <br/>To the south were the stairs to her basement. She kept food and sundries down in the cool depths, but the stone lined walls and flagstone floor also contained her workspace. This was where she kept her training room. It contained a table with restraints, standing rigs, and racks of equipment used for pleasure and discipline both. Despite being in the basement it was softly lit with oil lamps and comfortable looking to a degree. How it was perceived relied completely on the slave’s perceptions of it. <br/>Outback behind the home, where her bedroom windows could overlook it, was the bath. It was an outdoor bath that anyone could walk upon. A modest hot spring that was lined with more rock and had stone benches in a semicircle along the back and steps leading in and out of it from the front sat in the ground. Around it were bushes and trees that grew in the jungle as well as almost every flower that existed in the jungle. <br/><br/>It was a small comfortable house that suited Artemis well. She liked fine things and packed her home with them. It was nestled away down a winding path a stone’s throw away from the palace and festival grounds. Artemis had built it when she was sixteen with the help of her sisters and many of the men of course. It was her home and it filled her with pride to look at it. </em><br/><br/>