<strong>~ Domina Valeria, still in 'the mood'... for scheming ~<br/>~ Ludus Villa; inner courtyard ~</strong><br/><br/>Valeria's eyes would flicker for the briefest moment to the exchange occurring between her husband and the slave girl, but no matter how hard she strained her ears, she could not hear what the communication detailed. It was more productive for her to focus on Bastian therefore, whose request brought a rather devious smirk to her dark cherry lips. She had expected him to choose one of the slaves she offered, but his mention of having them<em>both</em>roused soft chuckles of clear delight and understanding.<br/><br/>“There is a spare chamber downstairs. It is near the servant quarters, but you will be far from prying eyes there I assure you.” Beaming her most polite and charming smile as the Primus Pilus stood, the Domina gave one final order to both slaves with the wave of her fan. Previous guests had delighted at the idea of enacting their carnal pleasures in the bowels of the villa.<br/><br/>“Be sure to accommodate our guests every need.”<br/><br/>“Yes Domina,” they both chirped in unison, bowing they heads to her. The fair blonde would lead the way while the brunette would dutifully follow behind Bastian with her hands clasped in front of her.<br/><br/>By the time the small party was out of sight, and much to the Domina's dismay, the conversation between her husband and the servant had also been concluded. The dismissed slave already returning to the training grounds to eagerly inform the Doctore of the Lanista's decision. Valeria would wear her smile well, until the guest was out of sight and earshot. At that moment, she turned to give full attention to the Dominus. First with a purr upon her lips, as she snuck her hand out of his grasp to slide up the remainder of his thigh and past the side of his pelvis, to rest upon his abdomen.<br/><br/>“Mmm... The Senate, under our very roof! It would seem the Gods favour us, my dear.” Turning towards him then, her farthest leg would lift to slide across his until it temporarily rest over his thigh, straddling that leg partially. He was sure to feel the humidity of her own arousal pressed against his thigh; the heated core hardly hidden behind thin layers of delicate fabrics. “We must be sure to play this game well if we are to secure our place in the Primus.”<br/><br/>Even as she spoke in a husky, advisory tone laced with dark honey, she continued to manoeuvre her positioning over him. Her other hand starting at his chest, climbing up to his shoulder for support. She would rise up against him then, like a snake slithering across a thick branch. Forced to raise onto her knees for better advantage, ample breasts grazing up his torso, followed by her female mound teasting the base of his groin before raising up to the base of his abdomen. It was all a ploy to have her head higher than his in the end, as she rose up to secure her hands on the back of the chair over and behind his shoulders. Though her pelvis would still press against his stomach, the arch of her back created a gap between their chests. Her caramel gaze joined her haughty smirk as she glared down to meet his dark pools; her next words amusing her before she'd even let them past her lips.<br/><br/>“We must be sure to<em>behave</em>as appropriate.”<br/>