She scowled at him and moved to straighten out her hair. She was a vain woman, and hated looking out of sorts. "Fine, fine..." She rolled her eyes, "Please continue and then I expect the full Marcus Falco treatment," She grinned, "The chaste Marcus Falco treatment, that is. Carrying me to bed, fetching me wine perhaps, another bedtime story..." She was about to make another comment about whether this scene was a frequent one at his own home, but decided against it - she was already pushing it. Instead she just grinned devilishly as he booped her button nose.
"And what did she do with her friend?" She asked with a tilted head, like a child would inquire all sorts of nonsensical questions. "And why wasn't the musician the Queen? Don't tell me her bloody name is Titinia." She rolled her eyes. A lot of the women and men who worked in the Venus has a love-hate relationship with the woman who ran the show. Vibia mostly just hated her. Stifling a yawn, she adjusted her position against him and fluttered her eyes shut. Say what you will about Falco, but his voice was bloody soothing, she thought. "Bed?" She grinned up at him but didn't open her eyes, adding sleepily, "Unless the story has only just begun?"
Vibia was a skilled courtesan, and long before that she had been an excellent liar. She managed to mask the disappointment she felt expertly. Few men in here cared much for anything other than their lust and what the girls and men could do to satiate it. She could have been the best cithara player in the whole of Rome and it wouldn't have mattered a fig to most of the men that came in here. Still, no use being sour she thought to herself, and she offered a gentle smile, leaning in as she took another cup of wine from one of the slaveboys who ran around constantly refilling the patrons cups.
"Us musicians are very skilled with our hands." She said after a little shrug, before deciding to speak plainer. Evidently this one wanted to get down to business rather than mince words which she appreciated a little - even if it was a little depressing.
"I'm good with my mouth." She tried to be proud of it, but found it - even in her line of work - a little embarrassing. "A virtue of being a singer." She offered him a wink before continuing, resting her jaw in her palm - taking in his measure. "And I'm not afraid to take charge...if that would interest you." In her experience the clients of the Venus usually fell into two categories; those that wanted a meek, pretty little thing to play around with and assert their dominance over, or those that wanted a strong woman to use them. Her personality and preference naturally tended towards the latter. "It depends what you're interested in." She affirmed, and tried to pick through her mind to remember who he'd been with before. Would he even be interested in a night with her?
As he pulled her against his chest, she settled there with a feline grin before shifting to lie on her back over his lap, looking up at him inquisitively. Such familiarity was rare for her, but she felt comfortable with him in a way she wasn't with others - even if their relationship was one of perfunctory sex and banter. It was more than she got from most of her colleagues and clients, after all.
She fluttered her eyes shut and her face relaxed as he started his story, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lip. Imagine this! Marcus Falco regaling her with a bedtime story! She wondered if anybody would believe her if she said this had happened...probably not. Her little smile cracked into a broad grin, however, at his abrupt end and she laughed genuinely.
Cracking her eyes open she raised soft hands to his face, "No, no...she wouldn't send a musician." She ran her fingers over his jaw and arched a brow at him, "Our hands are much too precious - the Gods have blessed them with skills you couldn't possibly imagine...the Queen couldn't risk damaging them by getting a musician to batter the shit out of the dark!" She laughed and dropped her hands to his shoulders, winding her arms around his neck. With an arched brow she studied his face, "You're really very sweet you know...you might not think you are but look at you...telling me a bedtime story..." She grinned, "Are you going to carry me to bed as well, like any hero of one of your stories would?"
Vibia eyed the other woman. This one would need to be watched, she kept her cards close to her chest but she wondered if she did any digging whether she'd spill any of her secrets. Maybe the naive facade was just that...a facade, but maybe Vibia would also find somebody useful to talk to. Time was ticking away, after all, and she'd supplied almost nothing of use to her overseers at the Collegium.
Still - no need to press the girl now, she had evidently been too hard on her, judging by the way she seemed to wish to abruptly leave. Standing, Vibia offered a kindly smile and inclined her head. "Of course...I don't want to keep you, I know how busy we can get." She didn't really - as a freedwoman she often had the slave boys clean and prepare her room for her (even though she probably shouldn't...)
Leaning forward, she pressed a light kiss on the other woman cheek, as a friend might do. "I'm sorry if I got a bit...harsh." She said as she pulled back, "It was a late night last night." She winked at the other girl, as if divulging some knowing secret. Moving to the door to show Justinia out, she arched a brow and placed a hand on her hip, "I'll keep an eye out for your medicus as well." She grinned.
NOTES: I think we're done? Great thread!
Vibia only arched a brow as he surveyed her, appreciative that he seemed to be satisfied with her appearance given how much effort she took in herself. At his confirmation he wanted her, she grinned and moved to take a seat next to him. Some men liked meek little women, or quiet ones who she supposed they could pretend were innocent (was it a power thing?) but no man was drawn to her for that. She'd often had it remarked that her confidence set her apart, and taking a seat before it was offered was a demonstration of that. If he wanted a retiring wallflower, he certainly wouldn't find it with her.
"Vibia, dominus." She inclined her head, as if in greeting. "A freewoman and..." She gave a little shrug but with a smirk, "I have so many specialities, you'll have to give me a moment to think." She eyed him as he had eyed her, taking in his measure.
Leaning forward in her seat, she leant her chin into her palm and narrowed her eyes, her impish grin still on her lips (and she ensures - as any practiced prostitute would - that she gave a good view of her cleavage from her position); "I'm a musician...I sing and I play the cithara." It was a complex instrument to learn, and a highly skilled one. She often enjoyed the opportunities she got to boast about it. "But if you mean other specialities...I suspect you'll have to pay to find out." With a suggestive arch of her brow, she leant away and reclined back in her chair. "What is it you're looking for, dominus?"
Vibia grinned a little, impishly. "They're snoring before I even get to the good parts." She arched a brow. That wasn't strictly true...she had never let on that she had degraded herself by sleeping with a Plebian...she knew plenty of the other workers had (and it irked her) but it was another thing to admit to it. She enjoyed the aloof pretence that she cast over her colleagues; charming, cold Vibia - lover to the Senators and the elite...not lying underneath Marcus Falco (much as she enjoyed it). No...it was better they didn't know.
She leaned into his touch a little, pale blue eyes watching him. She nodded, "Tell me...and draw it out, I'm already feeling tired and your voice is soothing." She admitted. She moved her own fingers to take her own wine and took a sip; that was at least a benefit of the Venus, the wine was far preferable to the lora she had as a slave...even if she didn't feel particularly free now. She had wondered, over the last year, whether she should let anybody in on her little secret. She had been half-tempted after an ill-fated run in with her other employers, the collegium, where they had expressed her dismay that she'd learned almost nothing of value about the Syndicate in her time here, and could only offer them baseless secretes of Senators. It was growing...concerning, and she knew her time was running out but what could she do? It wasn't like she was high-up in the organisation, at least not high-up enough to learn anything especially useful, particularly when Marcus Falco was so careful about what he said. And she had thought her feminine charms would be enough for him to loosen his lips...
Vibia listened with interest. A medicus? "What's his name?" She asked, interrupting the younger woman's story. She wondered what the Domina would think of justinia's little tale...they weren't generally paid for their conversation, after all. Although she supposed if the man left satisfied what difference did it make? Still, she stored that information for a little later, it might come in handy one day after all. Although she clarified; "But he doesn't...touch you? At all?" She knew some men had a particular favouritism for the young men of the brothel but she hadn't yet met a man that wasn't swayed (at least in some part) by the female beauties of the Venus - and Justinia was beautiful.
Still, she grinned with an arched brow; "Your favourite client is the one that doesn't bed you...Gods you must really hate it here, huh?" She liked to make people squirm, and watched her young colleague with an amused but hawkish gaze.
She tried to rack her mind for her own best story. She had a few, but was struggling to draw out her particular favourite. Unfortunately in her line of work, the bad or ignorant clients still far outweighed the good. Still, with an amused little smile she shrugged her shoulders; "There's a Senator that sometimes comes in..." She leant in, "It's the size of my forearm I swear, but by the Gods does he know how to use it." She gave a little wink, "But I'm not telling you his name lest you steal him off of me." She was acutely aware that there were other girls here that she thought were far prettier than herself. She couldn't lose clients.
Vibia's eyes tightened; "And tell domina what? That I don't want to work this evening because I've got a better offer somewhere else?" She arched a brow. "She gives me a room here, food, wine...access to clients..." Although it did occur to the young blonde in that moment that perhaps if she were to broach the subject with Titiania the madame may be more understanding...after all, she would be entertaining and representing the Venus which could, in turn, bring more custom back to the brothel. Not one of the great minds of Rome, it had only just occurred to her in that instant and so instead of backtracking, she stowed the thought away and made a mental note to ask the older woman the next time she saw her. She didn't give Justinia the satisfaction of realising she was right, however, and instead she simply shrugged and sipped her wine. "Perhaps one day that will be me...entertaining professionally, playing full time but for now...here is fine." Was it really though?
Pleased with the distraction of her change in conversation topic, she reclined and listened with vague amusement to Justinia's story. She had heard horrible things from some of the other girls, but that ranked amongst one of the vilest - if not the cruelest. She screwed her nose up, as if disgusted, shaking her head with a genuine laugh. "Men are animals, I often think." At least those that came in here.
When she had asked the question, she hadn't asked it with any particular story in mind and she now had to dig through the archive of her mind to find something suitable. Something less depressing than a man who was too forceful or cruel, and certainly something funnier than just some loutish oaf who couldn't get it up...She was quiet in contemplation for a few moments before a feline grin spread across her face and she arched a brow. "Not as bad as yours I grant you but I had a man bring his son in here once, to show him how it was done...apparently the lad had got all the way to his sixteenth year without ever having touched a woman and the man was appalled...thought he'd been having the slavegirls at home but nope." She shrugged her shoulders, amused at the memory. "Thought he would give him a girl to practice on here, but the poor lad couldn't...perform with his dad standing over him...we must have been trying for an hour or more..." She rolled her eyes. It was outlandish, even by Roman standards, no wonder the poor boy couldn't get it up. "Anyway, the father thought it was my fault, moved to hit me but the son struck him first...the poor boy was getting the beating of his life by the time they were both dragged out of here by their hair..." She shook her heads with a laugh, "But they'd already paid so it wasn't that bad I suppose."
She took another sip of wine with a little grin, "And who was your best?"