Penelope gently and carefully sets her lyra on a shelf where it will be safe from harm...<br/>She sighs softly, hearing and agreeing with Tamar's words, but so much more interested in her soft touch, as her hands removes her clothing and run down her body, her hot velvet lips touching Penelope's neck and sending little sparks of fire through her body.<br/><br/>She gasps and grasps Tamar's shoulders to steady herself as she feels Tamar's fingers slide into the wet, eager folds of her sex.  As before she hears Tamar's words but pays them less heed than her gentle touch, and the soft, hot caress of her lips.<br/><br/>Penelope quickly washes herself, her gaze locked on Tamar, and then follows her with a smile into the hot water of the bath.<br/><br/>She nods rather absently at her words.  She has never known a free life, not a truely free life, and becoming the lover, kept woman, or slave of a patrician is what she desires.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Tamar .. I would .. appreciate any help you can give.  Tamar .. I would rather be a slave to a Patrician than a supposedly 'free' woman on the streets."<br/><br/>She sighs, gazing longingly at the Doris.<br/><br/>"I know I will never be anything more than a whore.  If I must be a whore I would rather whore for a rich and powerful patrician, than any man with sufficient silver."<br/>