<strong>Manius, Discussing with Bastian the terms of their agreement, beside his Domina in the inner villa </strong><br/><br/>His fingers gave her shoulder a tentative squeeze, eyes locked hotly upon the bust of her cleavage which had risen by her breaths to become painfully apparent to the master of the house. His tongue flicked out wickedly over his canine at the sight and as his female crossed her arm over her bosom to touch his hand, it pressed her breasts all the more closer, the line betwixt them deepening until he craved a moment to run his tongue down it.<br/><br/>Instead, his eyes flickered to his guests whilst his hand idly trailed down the Domina’s shoulder, across her collarbone before he could pluck the plump grape from her fingertips. He dipped his powerful frame slightly, bringing her delicate fingers to his lips and taking the juicy nub between his teeth, letting the tip of her finger slip inside to touch his tongue before he let her hand fall away gently to her lap. He bit into the fruit and the sweet nectar filled his mouth, saturating his taste buds. He had always adored making such shows to the guests surrounding him, who often cast him envious eyes he returned with lethal depths of pits. ‘Twas often the term used for his eyes. Flaming pits.<br/><br/>The requests had him arching a brow and his expression remained calculating even as he let his fingers curl around a goblet offered to him without sparing the slave girl a glance. He brought the cool metal to his lips and drank as if with indifference to the male’s words, finding them tedious and seeing insolence in his seeming request.<br/><br/>Stroking his knuckles down the strong curve of his jaw, where the faint shadow of stubble lay, he eyed off the man and saw him twitch discretely in his chair under the studious look. The woman beside him, no doubt his wife, squirmed for entirely different reasons as she explored the Dominus’ body with keen exploration. He held no interest in the grotesque woman who paled in comparison to Valeria who sat beside him, visibly relaxed in his presence. His fingers idly toyed with his goblet confidently.<br/><br/>“For such a request to be granted, generous coin is a necessity. I will not put gladiators at risk for the sake of one’s training.” He remarked, striding down the steps gracefully with slow agility, his movements without thought as he let his hand travel the back of his woman’s throne. His fingertips tracing through her lush hair before his hands braced against the arm rests and he leant over her with his mouth beside her ear, eyes travelling her features intently. “Her will is your command.” He rumbled, at her words of... virtuousness.<br/>