Melete<br/><br/>Happy to hear she'd slept well; and smiling to herself when she said something about her husband not being there to warm her bed. Melete had happily taken hold of Amara's arm and was washing it gently in firm long strokes to get rid of any dead skin and leave her pink and refreshed looking. She knew how important it was the upper class of Rome's women to have a look that challenged even the beauty of the goddesses above. And her Domina certainly did that just that; both her and her daughter. She was certainly blessed to have been owned by such a lovely family.<br/><br/>Her back stiffened and straightened out when Amara reprimanded her like that. Lowering her head she nodded it asking for her apology.<strong>"Forgive me Domina."</strong>She asked in a low voice. Disappointed that she wouldn't be able to tell her the other things she'd heard. Since she'd been a slave all her life; she'd traveled to many different homes. And made long lasting friendships with many different slaves. There was not a home in Rome with influence and power that didn't have a slave in it that she knew. And, as often happened, there had been a few slaves serving when the poor new slave had been stripped of all of his dignity and given his new title. And as in most cases; no one had noticed the slaves who had witnessed everything that happened.<br/><br/>She would just have to spill her guts to Atra or Pan later; though she was certain Pan wouldn't want to hear it. Would probably make her nervous and put her on edge. As if it knowing any sort of gossip might send her to the lions. For now Melete focused on not smiling; like she knew something. If her Domina had told her not to talk about it; then she wouldn't. Those her eyes shined with a certain type of knowledge.<br/><br/>She listened to her Domina vent at her. And took the scolding like the good slave she was; all the while continuing to pour the milk over her skin and run the sponge of the areas presented to her. When Amara turned to look away from her she raised her gaze to her hair; lifting up a little to be kneeling on her knees to look down at her hair, just continuing to absentmindedly wash over her back. Trying to get rid of some of the stress she could feel in her muscles.<br/><br/><strong>"Let's talk of more important things!"</strong>She said after a moment in a cheery tone.<strong>"What shall I do with your hair today Domina?"</strong>She asked leaning over her shoulder a bit to try and speak to her more directly. Her eyes sparkling with the prospect.<strong>"I've got a bit of a wicked idea~ involving lots and lots of curls and flowers~ You'll be the envy of all of Rome!"</strong>She told her in a certain voice; backing away a hit to continue washing at her, a smile on her face as she added on the customary compliment.<strong>"Not that you aren't already of course."</strong><br/><br/>It was true of course. The gods had blessed Amara with a prosperous life and everyone knew it.