<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Gladiatrix24resized1.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong><em>~Ryann, free to feast..and fuck?~</em></strong></div><br/>Firm dirty breasts rose and fell slower as her quickened breaths eased, the fight having finished by word of a woman. A woman who announced that the Dominus no longer resided within the Ludus, and that she now owned all the meat within its walls, including Ryann. Bright green eyes stared upon Livia, simply returning the look that was sent her way. It seemed in the blink of an eye, in the same day, Ryann's life had changed yet again. Aulus was returned his weapons, and a smile was turned her way by the female claiming to own her, one that she did  not reciprocate.<br/><br/>Not even when she was told she would not be chained, and to simply enjoy freedom, such as it was within the walls of her prison, did Ryann smile, or relax. As Livia led Aulus off the sands, her own gaze swept towards the baths, and over the men gathered about, all staring at her, some cold, some hot. In silence she remained there for many a long minute, even as the other Gladiators drifted away, snorting in derision at her, at her impending fate on the morrow. Train for her right to belong.<br/><br/>She would never belong, and she knew it.<br/><br/>Gathering in a long breath, steps would be taken towards the baths, fingers removing the tattered remains of the loincloth from the apex of her thighs, and dropping it the the dirt floor just outside the entrance. She knew Ammon was somewhere near, and as much as she wished to lay eyes upon his person, upon the anger in his eyes, she needed to be clean more. Ignoring the other men around her, she slipped into a freshly drawn tub, ordered obviously by the new Domina, and sank into the hot waters with a groan. Not knowing how long, or how often she would be allowed such luxuries, Ryann decided to take as much advantage of it as she could.