<strong>~ Domina Valeria; scolded but still plotting away ~<br/>~ Villa Inner Courtyard, leading to upstairs Lounge (Tablinum) ~</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Valeria's keen gaze caught the twitch in her husband's jaw, and knew from that moment, that he was tiring of her game. The revelation only excited her; to know that she had crossed the line and might be subject to the Dominus' dangerous wrath. No; there was no 'might' about it. The way his hands secured their tightened grip upon her hips, and he had pulled her closer, told her that it was a promise. Long, dark lashes lowered to veil her gaze, as his voice tantalised her ear. At last, as she matched his lethal stare with her own, warm hues, her fingers at last slid from his hair. Though she was half tempted to call his bluff further and be dragged, Valeria still possessed some degree of dignity about her. A respectability that showed in the proud etiquette of her submission, if it could even be called such a thing. Chin held high, her palms fell upon her husband's shoulders as she leaned back - though her spine remained rigidly straight. The action alone pressed her pelvis upon his lap, threatening to deal a more uncomfortable card from her deck with her weight upon his arousal.<br/><br/>“As you wish, my Dominus.” Despite the lingering coyness in her tone, the Domina finally climbed rather gracefully from the Lanista's lap. The leverage and support of his strong, muscular thigh assisting her move, until she rose to her full length before him. Briefly smoothing one palm over her stomach to ease out the unsettled fabrics there, her hands finally clasped in an ironically more guarded position over her sex. A mockery, if anything. With a lighter smirk still shaping her pout, her warm gaze shifted to her favourite handmaiden.<br/><br/>“Come Nakia, we must do as our Dominus commands.” She would take her exit, but not without showing off her womanly curves beneath the shifting of light materials against her skin. The curve of her derrière at first at a sideways glance, but should the Dominus follow her lead towards the stairwell, the natural sway of her hips would grant a fuller view.<br/><br/>Expecting Nakia to follow her obediently, Valeria waited until she was upstairs, before she quietly hissed her true feelings on the matter. “Ordering me out indeed! Hmph... We shall see about<em>that</em>.” She had to be careful though; the upstairs balcony still overlooked the inner courtyard, so she was not entirely out of earshot. Not unless she controlled her voice well enough, and fortunately, that was something she was quite apt at doing. Rather than go directly to the master bedroom though, the cunning and seething Domina crossed the entirety of the pillared balcony, all the way to the Lounge area. Once there, she wasted no time in speaking more brazenly.<br/><br/>“If he dares to mess up our arrangement I shall never forgive him. Nakia!” She barked the name, after her form had fallen upon her favourite chaise-lounge in a most uncouth manner. Not to sit, but to fully lay sideways upon it. “I have a great desire to be entertained now. Fetch me that dark haired new slave – the more promising of the two. You know the one.”<br/><br/>“And bring me that other one... what was his name again? Arplus? Ampilos? Ugh," she rolled her eyes, not really seeming to care by this point. "Whichever... bring them both here, to the tablinum. It would seem I am in quite the mood for an initiation.”<br/>