Ione

Slaves

Posts
304
Last visited
Sunday at 03:24 PM
Player
Sara

About Ione

Prostitute at The Elysium

Custom Fields

Face Claim
Phoebe Dynevor
Location
Rome
Activity Level
Fast

Activity Level

Fast

Topics I Participated In

Behind the scenes

Started by Azarion · October 24

(Continued from Cerealia)
Azarion had had enough of the arena. The killer was dead, in a bloody and brutal way, and the anger and spite that had been moving him for more than a year was just... gone. Giving way to... something he could not quite name. It felt empty. And he was done with the whole Roman gladiator bullshit. So, he went to the place he always felt better: back to the stables.
But this time, he was bringing a guest.
Ione followed him. He was not sure why; she really should know better than to follow a strange man, after what had happened to her. But she did. It was a short walk from the amphitheater to the Circus where the Whites' horses were stabled for more upcoming runs and spectacles. But tonight, pretty much everyone was at the arena. Other than some guards, slaves and stable boys, it was surprisingly quiet as they walked through the door. Azarion, obviously, was not talking either. But they knew him and they let him in, not asking questions about the girl either. Apparently, that was a pretty common occurrence.
@Sara
Bad Dates

Started by Lucius Armenius Valerius · October 8

May 77AD
Things had gone well since their last proper conversation. Of course Ione had come to see him plenty of times since then, to report what her clients told her in secrecy, so that he could take advantage of that to maybe sometimes blackmail them or otherwise use them for something. Lucius loved having people’s secrets so he could take advantage of them. Now or later, as long as he knew interesting things. He’d been a bit displeased lately though, for his wife had written to him and she was still apparently unable to leave Hispania and join him in Rome. He was beginning to think that maybe she didn’t want to go back to Rome.
So it was a good thing that one of his wealthier clients approached him with an offer. Apparently he’d taken a certain liking to Ione and wanted to strike a deal. Something like the deal she had with Spurius, but this client appeared even wealthier and Lucius was not one to back down from such a chance. He took Ione with him to see the man and while she stood quietly in the background most of the time, she was there. Mostly for show and encouragement for the client, so he wouldn’t take back his offer. But the client was a friendly guy and naturally even offered wine and food for his guest. Lucius had in turn even offered him to the man, but he said he would prefer to have her entirely on his own and with plenty of time. So be it. They decided on an arranged date for her to come to his house once every week.
And then he took Ione with him back towards the brothel. It was already late afternoon and she’d have to work tonight. On the way back though, as they took a shortcut through one of the public gardens of Rome, Lucius began feeling a stomach ache. Maybe the wine at the man’s house hadn’t been so good? Or was it the dates he ate? No matter, it quickly grew worse and he stopped in his tracks, feeling the need to rest. He didn’t like admitting to Ione though, that he wasn’t feeling well. But he suddenly stopped in his tracks as another bad ache came through.
@Sara
Cerealia: Grand Finale

Started by Tiberius Claudius Sabucius · September 20

April 77AD
A week of celebrations had marked the Roman Empire's honouring of Ceres, goddess of agriculture, in celebration of the sprouting of the cereal crops and probability that, this year, the Empire would not starve. There had been races, feasts, parties, theatre and of course the parading and garlanding of the statue of Ceres herself, to the sound of the priests' incantations. Now it was time for the culmination of the celebrations, the great games at the Colosseum. Beginning on the evening of the last day and running into the night, the event - and the entire Colosseum - was lit by torches, lending an earie, flickering light to the events below. And, to be frank, the faces around them. At least Tiberius knew and trusted those who gathered around him.
As per tradition, the captured foxes had been set loose, burning brands tied to their tails, to run in terror through patches of old hay in the middle of the arena, representing the gain of the upcoming harvest, setting these too alight as they brushed past them. Eventually the flames died down and those foxes who had not already died of burns were swiftly despatched by a handful of gladiators with gladii. The dead vermin were cleared away and the charred hay raked from the sand in preparation for the next spectacle. There would be the usual gladiator matches eventually, but there was something else planned first; something important.
Once the sand was raked clear the slaves exited, leaving only one gate open into the arena. Through that gate was pushed a man, wearing no more than a loincloth. He was no famous enemy, captured on the battlefield and brought here to show the might of Rome. He was a criminal, and one who had wronged the wrong people. Most probably wouldn't even know him, but those who did might recognise the face of Marcus Barbatius, the bloody barber. The gate through which he'd been pushed closed, and for a moment the man was alone on the sands in the torchlight.
A grating noise signalled the opening of two other gates, but these weren't ones used by people, save on rare occasions. These ones led to the beast pens. Shapes slunk through the gates, initially visible only in silhouette, but large and undeniably feline. As they drew into the light, one showed a sandy pelt and thick mane about it's large head, whilst the other had a more orange pelt, marked with black stripes. Large eyes gleamed in the torchlight, as the gathered crowd began to stamp it's feet.
Tag: Any.
Same Old, Same Old [M-S]

Started by Ione · August 28

June, 77AD
Ione narrowed her eyes on the butterfly in the corner of her cell. It had been in there for a day and a half now and she had no heart to make it leave. It was quiet, at this hour of the day, and so as she led on her mattress, studying its vividly coloured wings she let out a soft sigh and idly imagined the things the little insect had seen in its short life. Arguably more than she had - Kefalonia, to the hull of a ship, to a dominus' house to...here. It had not been a life of adventure for the eighteen year old Ione, that was for sure.
She heard the bell - rung by the guard on the door, summoning the available girls (which was most of them) to the recently re-opened receiving room. Armenius' improvements had been considerable in the time he'd been here - he was slowly opening up more floors and rooms; the receiving room and kitchen amongst them. Of course, it was still the Elysium and so the quality of the patrons, workers and cells left a lot to be desired but it was improving. Slowly. Which is why her brows rose as she stepped into the line with the others and took in the man looking at them. She noted the slave collar before she dropped her eyes. Her clients were generally plebs, but occasionally slaves - like Spurius' boys. Some masters were more generous with their peculium than her own, it seemed.
"You can take your pick. Cost is the same for these ones." The guard gestured gruffly at the assembled group of seven of them; five girls and two boys. All in toga's - like Ione - or nude.

TAG: @Sharpie
Movers and Shakers [M - S]

Started by Ione · August 6

March, 77AD
Ione hummed to herself as she pared the vegetables, enjoying the peace and quiet of the kitchens. She only had a few shifts here a week but was deeply, deeply grateful for them. They got her off the main floor of the brothel which was currently busier than she'd seen it in months - partly, she suspected, because of the repairs her dominus had conducted on the fabric of the building but also because of the new girls and boys he'd housed in its walls. Ione was still on the lower floors, and therefore reserved for some of the better customers (although that was a relative term...), but she knew that might not last as the others continued to charm and flatter and be well...better at her at fishing for business in the tabernae and streets around the Elysium. She had Spurius though and she smiled to herself as she mindlessly did her tasks at the thought of him.
Things were better than they had been in quite some time for Ione. Armenius was an ominous presence in the brothel - she hated that she couldn't read him nearly as well as she could her last owner - but he was at least improving their situations. She even had pillows now in her little cell, and thicker blankets. Not to mention the medicus and herbwifes now came to the girls when needed, rather than Titus' method of just letting his girls wither and rot under the torment inflicted on them. She sighed, shaking her shoulders and trying not to think of it, of that time in her life. Things were going to get better, they were getting better and she resumed her humming - not noticing the shadow of somebody darkening the door to the kitchens until they were standing in front of her. She blinked up and dropped the knife with a clumsy clatter in surprise. She immediately dropped her gaze. "Dominus, I'm sorry, I was distracted..."

TAG: @Atrice
Going up in the world

Started by Ione · May 22

March 77AD
It had been a week since she was last here but Ione felt...nervous. It was odd. In her months since she'd been taken from the slave market and forced into service in the Elysium she'd serviced too many men to count, but none of such quality. Usually they were bakers or legionaries home from service, thermopolia workers or warehouse thugs. Not a man that owned his own home, owned his own slaves and not a man that could have such an impact on her life.
It was why she had tried to look more presentable than usual this time. She'd spent an hour in the baths this morning, scrubbing and scraping her skin until it was virtually shining, hairless and smelled like the cheapest oils they sold; rose-hip and lemon. She'd curled her hair although by now, after the walk over, they were more waves than curls that fell to her waist. She'd foregone make-up - she could never do it right and she always ended up looking more like an actress than one of the rich beauties. She had donned a new dress though - loaned from Eris and so too big (fixed with a belt) - in a soft pink colour that complimented her colouring. Never had she put such effort in for a man, not even Wulfric.
Her guard knocked as was customary and then stood to the side as Linus greeted her with his now customary warmth, ushering her in and nodding at the guard that he should return in a few hours. The management knew she was seeing Spurius, so there was no arguments and he shuffled away with a final stern look to Ione. For her part she smoothed down the wrinkles in her dress and exhaled, trying to summon a smile through her nerves. She should have spent the week practicing with the other girls instead of paying for a massage lesson. She suddenly doubted that he'd be as receptive to her body as he was to her mouth. Linus placed an arm on her back to urge her forward, just as Spurius appeared.

TAG: @Sarah
Mirror Mirror...

Started by Spurius Antius Claudus · May 21

The Bell and Plow was a pretty ordinary pub in a rather less affluent part of town, but it was convenient. It claimed to have been there since the 1600s, when it was a small farming village, and certainly there were enough ancient horse brasses and old pewter tankard hung from the low, blackened beams that it was at least trying to look the part. He did feel that the goggle-eyed taxidermied deer head over the fireplace was going a bit too far.
Four days a week he worked at the legal firm where he had a junior partnership, the other he split; morning was appointments and the Veterans support group, afternoon was the legal aid group that worked with a number of local charities, including the women's shelter which was close by. This place was an easy stop on his route between the two, and it did an acceptable plowman's lunch with a surprisingly good relish. He'd not been able to find out what was in it.
He was a tall, lean figure in a business suit, brown hair cropped neatly short, tie a fairly boring navy blue. A briefcase sat at his feet and he'd taken a laptop out of it and was reading documentation on it whilst he ate. The only unusual feature was a cane of dark wood hooked onto the edge of the table. He usually sat inside, even though it was sunny today and a lot of people were enjoying the outdoor tables in the beer garden. He preferred the quiet. Sipping his lemonade, he scrolled through the piece of legislation he was reading, looking for the relevant clauses and making notes on his phone.
He'd surprised a lot of people when he'd got into law at university, but Spencer felt that being underestimated seemed to be par for the course for him and hadn't let it bother him, or stop him. Even as he made his way through his fresh bread and local, crumbly cheese, he was focused on the necessaries for his next case.
@Sara
Business is business

Started by Spurius Antius Claudus · April 2

March 77AD
Spurius hadn't been back to the Elysium personally since the last time he'd sold them a slave, a previous house slave who'd been used and abused by her dominus until she wasn't suitable for much else, but whose sale Spurius had since considered he might regret if his name was associated with a badly kept slave. It was also the day he'd hired Ione to see to the needs of his twin slaves, large, half-germanic lad who carried his litter. Apart from the one time she'd shown up bruised and beaten, he hadn't regretted that.
Two days ago when she'd paid her weekly visit she'd mentioned that the Elysium had a new owner, and Spurius decided that it would be worthwhile to pay the man a visit in order to get his measure and establish whether there was a potential business relationship to pursue. Did the new owner intend to continue exactly as the last had done, or did he have other plans? There was only one way to find out.
So it was that two days after Ione's last visit to his domus, Spurius arrived, crook in his hand and twins in tow, to talk business with the new owner of the Elysium.
@Atrice
Fates and Grapes

Started by Ione · March 23

Late February 77AD
Ione sat at the corner table, nursing her solitary cup of wine and occasionally dragging the loop of her gaudy, shoddy toga back up her thin arm. It was designed to be proactive given only whores and Senators wore it. And Senators most definitely didn't wear the short, shabby yellow ensemble she was wrapped in. Despite the outfit and the attempt at a beaming smile, few people paid her much attention. She had come here with a group of five others from the brothel - it was one of their rituals to fish for new clients and slowly but surely they had all peeled off with catches, leaving Ione alone. She felt nerves well and roll in her stomach. The new dominus would undoubtedly mark it against her if she was unable to procure even a drunken lout for the Elysium and so she flashed her smile and fluttered her eyelashes and hoped somebody would pay her the slightest bit of attention.
A shadow crossed by her field of vision and she hopefully angled her body, grinning a seductive smile - only for it to fall immediately when's he recognised the lech of a proprietor idle next to her table. She could stand him when she was with the others but solo he gave her a shudder. There was a reason she never chose this place. "You're finished. Out." He jerked his thumb at the door and Ione blinked, glancing down. She still had a few mouthfuls of wine to finish. The man only let them fish when he was making coin too which was fair but an irritant. She couldn't afford another cup of wine. "I'll go once I've finished." she said, trying to sound confident. He snorted. "Drink up then." Ione held her ground and pulled back her shoulders. It was almost comical - watching the slip of a girl trying to act tough. "Buy another drink or get out." The man wasn't backing down and so Ione tried a trick she'd seen Eris successfully master a few days before; she called out in a light, melodic voice - her Greek accent catching on the Latin words; "Which gentleman would like to buy a lady a drink?"

TAG: @Faustus
Tourists and Trouble

Started by Ione · February 26

February 77AD
Ione brushed down the wrinkles from her toga. Balling it up on the floor whilst she was working always meant it looked like a crumpled mess...which she didn't think her new dominus would appreciate. She equally raked her fingers through her hair to neaten out the curls one of the other girls had kindly styled for her that morning. The last man had been quick and quiet, which was absolutely her favourite type of customer. She was tired though and stifled a yawn on the back of her hand as she loitered in the corridor with a couple of others.
The Elysium was busy, it was after cena and the lonely husbands and bored workers were flocking for some early evening entertainment. Sounds of pleasure and exertion drifted out from the cells and Ione, needing some air and a break, she ducked out of the door. The guard grunted at her but let her linger against the stone wall with him as she tried to catch her breath and cool her skin. The streets were as busy as the brothel and she offered what she hoped was an enticing smile to passers by as she endured wolf whistles and comments thrown her way.

TAG: @Chevi