"Ah, yes." She said glancing at the other stall as it was pointed out, "I've had run ins there. He tends to overprice and his product doesn't hold for long. It's surprising he still has customers to claim." More like the man had run ins with her husband after crates of near rotten produce had been delivered at their domus in the recent month. He seemed to be the only vendor she had issue with when it came to purchasing for home or the Venus. And even if her expression soured a bit as she once more stole a glance to the other stall before plastering back on her smile and glancing at the young woman.
Ah good, they delivered. Perfect. "For now I will take half a dozen of the limes and lemons. I will have to talk to the cook at my place of business first to see what she'll need on a day to day or weekly basis, but for the peaches." She paused, glancing at them again. They were quite large, as she was barely able to fit her hand around the one she had, and she hoped they were as juicy as the promised. "I would like a dozen of them, and if I could set up a delivery of the same amount weekly to be sent to the Venus I would appreciate it. I have special friend who is a lover of peaches and I'd like to surprise her. But I fear she lives too far out of the city to ask you to deliver them to her personally."
Rome was starting to recover from the earthquake, the rubble had been cleaned away and building were being worked on to be brought back to their former glory. The Venus was included in all of this, perhaps paying a little more than she normally would have for the pace she demanded. Her clientele was already sniffing around and while she wasn't sure how bad the Elysium got hit, she wasn't about to lose her big spenders due to a little earthquake. And while they weren't reopened just yet, as the plaster and paint was still drying, her husband had allowed her a generous budget for new curtains and such for the building. Which would eventually lead her to the marketplace, flitting around the various fabric stalls to price things before she would set off one of the men with her to haggle once she was certain they had the quality she wanted.
Then she was off looking at the others, purchasing a few bangles before heading over to where most of the food stalls were laid out. The sounds of merchants calling out to potential patrons were barely heard over the chattering sounds of the people she moved by. She normally didn't stop for food, but the kitchens at the Venus was pretty much in use to feed only the workers, and didn't provide what she normally liked daily when she arrived to oversee things. And then the fresh fruits and vegetables caught her eye. And she paused, a few feet away from it as she scanned the items. Before finally approaching the stall and picking up a peach. A smile playing at her lips as she focused on the succulent fruit in her hand.
The worker moved, and she saw the movement just beyond the peach and she glanced up, a playful smile still playing on her lips. "How much?" She asked, holding it up. She would wait once she knew the price of one before asking how much a basket would be, her mind instantly going to the goddess among them that would often visit the Venus and Gaia's love for peaches. "And do you deliver?"
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It was early morn, one of the few hours of the day that the Venus was closed to customers. Allowing its inhabitants to rest and clean up after their long evening of debauchery. Titinia was hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before the sun was high in the sky, alerting everyone it was time to rise and ready the brothel for the evening to come. For her to spend a few hours being a mother to her young children. But that didn't seem to be fated for her that night. Her life was never simple; being a mother of five, a gang leader's wife and a brothel madam. She had children to raise, a husband to keep after and clients to please. Because heaven forbid they go to the stink hole that called themselves a brothel down the way.
So instead of sleeping, she was in her office. Looking over the books one last time to make sure all was in order before finally being ready to go to bed, it was too late for her to venture home. Falco was sleeping and her husband had too many enemies for her go alone. That's when the tremors started. The world shaking beneath their very feet and she watched as her candle began to vibrate towards the end of the desk. She snatched it up before it reached it and she stood from her desk, keeping calm as she made her way into the hallways. She wasn't the only one alerted, groggy whores and sleepy house slaves a like were stumbling from their pallets. "Get down stairs. Into the open area, go on with all of you!" She's barked at them as she joined the crowd of moving bodies.
There were some screams to be heard as plaster fell from the ceiling behind her, naked or barely clothed figures screaming in terror as they moved to get downstairs. Where the fuck where her bouncers? And Gods, please tell her that none of her clients were there, spending nights with their favorites. That would be a disaster she wasn't ready to face. Ever.
Titinia ran her brothel like she ran her domus - a tight first and the best the world could offer her for what her money could provide. She often had first pick, fresh off the boat or wagon, of new slaves that came in. Pretty things that could rival the gods in their beauty. Sweet, seductive voices that lured both men and women into her establishment. Servants that were kept under a firm thumb.
Saturnalia had passed and the establishment had returned to the normal way of things. Her husband and his business partners often venturing in at random times during the day. But it was still early enough for his dealings not to bring him in, seeking his wife's attention. And the poor worker that currently held her attention was being scolded for clumsiness before she finally let them leave her sight.
She felt someone near, another sweet voice filling her ears as she turned her attention to the noble woman who had entertained her just nights ago. Asking her if she remembered her. A bubble of laughter left Titinia, her expression turning from puzzlement to flirtatious as her eyes danced over the figure of the woman before her.
"Salve," She purred out, her lips twitching in a smile, "How could one forget being visited by Venus herself?" She asked, indicating she did remember her before raising her hand in silent offer to lead the other woman to a more intimate place.
Titinia had no need to blush at the other woman's pretty words, nodding to her as she suggested more time with herself. "That I can easily agree to, my lady." She said with a wide smile. And was about to say more when another figure approached them. A familiar face to her, she noted when she realized it was her favorite 'supplier' coming to call.
"Ave, Spurius." She replied fondly to him, "The delight I assure you is all mine." She said as she waved for one of the water boys to come present the man with wine. She quieted a bit to let him speak to Gaia, mentioning a barbarian for her daughter. And she gazed at the woman curiously. Spurius was right, she mused to herself, Gaia was surely too young to have a grown daughter.
Then came the question of Justinia and she nodded, "She's a rare jewel, both pleasant and exquisitely gorgeous. I have a feeling she will not be with us for very long. Her kind tend to earn their way out of here far faster than expected." She said, giving a little pout at the thought but banished it when the girl in question came over to them. Her bright personality and response to seeing the trader a bit blinding.
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Wanting nothing more than to scold her boy as he and Marcus exchanged words, Nia merely huffed in annoyance. The smallest of sounds that only she could hear. If she had her way, he'd have a cock in his mouth or even elsewhere, working to earn his keep. Instead, she drowned another goblet of wine to dull her senses as laughter once more erupted from the crowd. A pleasant smile on her lips. Movement caught her eye as a woman entered and offered them a gift. Calling her Venus. A small merry laugh left her at that, "Do not fill my head with such hubris, miss" She said with a flirty wink as she extended her hand to take the present offered.
Considering it was out of season that meant the fruit was brought in from warmer climates, and this lady was rich - possibly upper class. "Welcome to Domus Venus, what brings you to our goddess' playhouse, my lady?" She asked as she sat up, snapping her fingers for someone to bring over another chair. "And what can I offer in return? Perhaps one of my best for the evening?" She said, waving towards her darlings, beckoning a few to come to her in case Gaia agreed. She mmed as she bit into the fruit, "Delicious!"
29 | OCTOBER 30TH 44 AD | FEMALE | EQUITE | BROTHEL MADAM | BISEXUAL | MERVE BOLUGUR
From her childhood, Titinia had proven to be a cunning and intelligent girl. Quick witted and sly. A lack for conventionality. Her father wasn't sure where she got it from, it certainly wasn't from the stubborn, stoic man that had provided half of her genetics. And her mother was the kindest, most soft spoken woman that could be found in Rome. It would be these traits that prove to her husband that his little wife as more than just a typical Roman wife.
She is also a caring, compassionate woman when she needs to be. A doting mother, an attentive brothel madam. She takes care of the brothel's workers as lovingly as she does her brood of children. This loving compassion extends to her sisters and their children as well. Marcellus and their loves know another side that isn't shown to the rest of the world. The passionate lover who has more than her fair share kinks to go with their playtimes.
There is nothing remarkably pretty about Titinia. She is not plain but at the same time, no poet would ever write praise about her beauty. Her tan complexion offers some hints of foreign influences on her bloodline, and following her mother's line back you will find the mingling of Egyptian in just that. She is of dark hair and eyes, the first of which falls to her waist in gentle waves of black silk. Her status does not provide her the best of the best, however she has become an expert at making what they can afford look just as good. In the warm seasons, it's not uncommon for her style of dress to be nearly sheer and weightless, heat was never a friend to her and the lesser and thinner the fabric she can get the better for her.
FATHER: Marcus Titinius Novellus - Alive MOTHER: Fabricia Nigra - Dead SIBLINGS: Titinia Marcia - 28
Titinia Fabricia - 26 SPOUSE: Marcellus Severus Minor- leader of The Syndicate CHILDREN: five, ages range from 2 to 10 EXTENDED FAMILY: OTHER: The Slaves of the Domus Venus, along with the workers.
--- Titinia is born to Marcus, a harden military man who bought his way into the equestrian class, and Fabricia in the wee hours of October 30th, in the year 44BC. Her father is not pleased with with his daughter's birth.
--- Nearly two years and one still born child later, Titinia is joined in her nursery by her sister Marcia. Once more her father is not pleased. Two years later, yet another daughter who would be followed by countless miscarriages and stillbirths
--- She began schooling, what limited schooling she was given, at the age of seven. She was a bright child, and soaked up the knowledge given to her with the desire of wanting more.
- Her mother dies when Titinia is 13 and her father began to seek marriages for his daughters. Meanwhile Marcus had began to rack up debt with the Syndicate to fund his own spending. The rest of her teenage years went by rather smoothly. There was no further upset.
--- Around August of 62 AD, she marries the leader of The Syndicate gang to pay off her father's debts to the gang, a fair trade in his mind to get rid of his worthless daughters. Its a hard early start of a relationship to a man she never met before, and it strips down a good bit of her bubbly personality. The wedding night and the night following borders on rape.
--- Forty weeks to the day of her marriage, in 63, Titinia gives birth to her first child. A son to be named after his father. The couple's relationship improves significantly and they begin to trust each other.
--- By their second anniversary, the couple trusts each other fully. Her husband having found a sharp witted mind in his young bride. He hands her over the books to Domus Venus with the request to keep them up for him and his gang. She does so without hesitation or questioning.
--- Spring of 65, another child arrives to the couple. It's another boy. Her father stakes claim to the second of his grandsons as his heir and therefore the child was to be named for her ungrateful mess of a father. Marcellus steps in and names the boy Titinius instead, after the boy's mother. It is enough to please Marcus who does not realize the slight.
--- Spends the year healing, and in agreement began to take various contraceptives to hold off becoming pregnant once more. Titinia throws herself into the management of the brothel and raising their two sons. Having no qualms about raising her children so close to such debauchery. Over the next few years, she becomes protective of her girls and boys at Domus Venus, and began to set aside money to help improve the workers health. Marcellus complains but eventually gives into his wife's plan. The partnership of husband and wife does not lay well with a small portion of the Syndicate. Marcellus' right hand puts an end to the mutiny quickly.
--- The Summer of 68 arrives with the birth of twin boys, their father's very image. She would fall pregnant once more and was delivered safely of a daughter, her first, in 71.
Laugher poured out into the streets surrounding the Domus Venus, the inhabitance of the brothel having a merry time as they all celebrated the festivities of Saturnalia. The doors were open, welcoming all those that ventured into from the streets. Common and noble alike. Fees were waved and her boys and girls held the right to refuse service if they wished. After all it was the time of year when all social norms were abandoned, and the Venus' lot had a little bit of say so thanks to the approval of their lovely Madam.
Titinia, herself, lounged on a sofa near a firepit for warmth. Tangled up in the blanket she had draped over herself. Eyes watching her boys and girls as they made merry. The Lord of Misrule running around playfully terrorizing some of the newer members of the 'household'. Her laughter mingling with the others as she sipped at her wine, before placing the goblet down to pour more for herself. She noticed figures hovering at the entrance and instantly her hand raised up, beckoning for those curious to come.
"Come, fine patrons." She called out, her tone melodic. Her smile charming and welcoming, "Come!" She said louder. "Enjoy the fruits Domus Venus has to offer."