<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Livia</em></span>- balcony with  slaves and champion<br/><br/>She did not pay Patrocles any heed as he moved around to kneel beside her, not once did she doubt that he would obey her. Her control of him was as steady as her control of her Ludus, nothing was taken for granted. Her gaze remained rooted to the fight, the parry back and forth of the gladiator and the soldier. Punches and blocks, kicks and slashes all carried forth and Livia was mesmerised. Both were skilled, both seemed evenly  matched for now at least.<br/><br/>The single word was uttered and Livia allowed her attention to be pulled from the fight to her champion, now kneeling beside her. She did not care that Caris or the other servant were nearby, they were supposed to be the height of discretion and if they weren't then she would make sure their lives were miserable.<br/><br/>A soft hand gently laid a palm against Patrocles cheek, she would love nothing better than to have him lift his hand beneath her toga and caress her legs up along to her thigh. To run his fingers along the folds of her nether lips and tease her to the dizzying heights she knew he could. Something did not sit well with her however and as her palm continued its caress, she glanced to the servant that had belonged to Manius. Slowly her gaze shifted to look directly at her champion and she smiled. Her beautiful features lit up when she did so, dazzling to behold.<br/><br/>From her peripheral vision she saw the twirling of a whip below on the sands but trained her attention on Patrocles.<br/><strong>"Take the servant girl and search the house, the entire Ludus. It is my desire to know if any one else remains and what stock is left within what is now mine"</strong>her hand brushed down along his neck to trace her fingertips along his collar bone,<strong>"Go ... I place my trust in you for this."</strong><br/>Her hand moved to rest once again in her lap and her gaze returned to the chaos upon the sands.