<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg2930174#msg2930174">Quote from: Marvin on 12-04-2010, 02:18:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"I'm sure, Juliana, that you will do well tonight."</strong><br/><br/>As soon as Cappius had been covered in the golden paste, he started warming up his body, stretching and flexing to avoid injuries during the play. The longer Cappius stood there, letting the paste dry, and thinking, the more his mind conjured  a worst case scenario, a festivity out of control, and he'd end up in the gutter. The longer he thought about it, the more he was convinced that something bad would happen tonight. As he worried, his gluttonous behavior began to rise within him, sex and blood was on his mind.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Juliana also is done,  as the slaves finish painting each of their bodies with the gold paste.   All except for their mane of hair and faces.   The masks cover their faces as it was.  Thus the paste was not needed.<br/><br/>She had no concerns about this evening.   Only a growing impatience for it to come.  As she felt the stiffness of the paste upon her skin.<br/><br/>While like Cappius she would also do some stretching to get limber for the show.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg2930669#msg2930669">Quote from: Dizzied on 12-04-2010, 04:29:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Valeria feels the intensity of his angered gaze upon her.  For a moment she fears she'll lose a few hairs the next night.  But to her relief, he provides another offer.  It may be politically motivated, but at least it would not enslave her.<br/><br/>"I have little confidence in men that I have yet to see fight.  Let us hope this upcoming battle shall change my mind."  She steps to the rail to watch the battle, with hunger in her eyes.  To see grown men, men who should have rights and lives of their owns, fight each other under the crack of a whip...it made her cold blood boil.<br/><br/>"Your terms are agreeable, Marcellis.  60% of the winnings will be yours.  You are, after all, going to be the one training him."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The dominus would nod to the answer.   His gaze though remains on the ludus below and the two beginning to engage in unarmed contest.<br/><br/>Marcellis;<em>"Well then, we have terms.  This is good, may such a union bring prosper to us both."</em><br/><br/>No which one would he give her access to use.   That has not yet been established.