Ione

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Prostitute at The Elysium

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Fresh Air

Started by Ione · January 14

January, 77AD
For once, Ione was out of the Elysium and not just looking for a customer. The weather was freezing but it was a clear day, a bright sun bobbing along a blue, cloudless sky and a breeze rustled at the covered stalls of the market. She'd seen so little of Rome since she was brought here in chains, but she remembered this place. The slave holders cages where she had been housed were only a few hundred yards away and she purposefully kept her gaze down so as not to look as she milled between the stalls. Beyond the walls of the Elysium she had only really seen the region where she fished for business and the markets. Her dominus didn't trust new girls to venture too far but he did need the wine and all of the other works were either occupied or out fishing. He'd debated asking Darius, but had decided to send her. She didn't know whether it was a test of trust or for his own amusement to see the slip of a girl lug an amphora of wine half-way back across the city, but he'd allowed her out, and out alone.
She wore her cloak, it was worn and threadbare in places but it was long, falling to her knees and by the way she'd pinned it, it covered the gaudy yellow toga she wore which marked her out immediately as a target for heckling and licentiousness. She was grateful for that. To the naked eye she must have just looked like any other slave as she milled through the stalls, trying to find the place she had been told to go. She didn't know why her dominus couldn't get his wine delivered, or from somewhere closer (it didn't occur to her that he was doing this just out of spite and amusement and it wasn't really necessary). She bit her lip, glancing around the people that bustled between the stalls, trying to spy the man, repeating the dominus' instructions out loud, to herself, in Greek; third row, usually on the corner at the back - make a right at the silk stand but don't go past the man selling sweetened nuts. She couldn't see a silk stand or a man selling nuts. She let out a breath, frustrated at herself, and spun on her heel...right into the chest of somebody else.

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Male Fantasy [M - S]

Started by Wulfric · January 11

Early December, 76AD
It had been a strange day, the day he met Ione. That day had begun as an ordinary day. He’d been at work at the marketplace and in the afternoon he was on his way home for a rest. Apparently a bit too busy with going home, since he forgot to see where he was going and fell. And hurt his knees and ruined the trousers his mother had given him. But Ione the whore – that’s the name he heard for such women the most – had helped him cleanse the wounds and then she had also offered herself to him. And he couldn’t stop thinking about that. What it would be like and so on. The pictures painted onto the walls of her simple room were also unforgettable.
A few weeks had gone by now since that day and his knees looked much better. The breeches had patches on the knees now and life quickly went back to normal. But he had tomorrow off and could afford to sleep in. So he thought that now would be the time. He paid a messenger boy a small coin to go to the Elysium and say that Wulfric wished for Ione’s services specifically and he would like for her to come to his home. He still lived in a simple one-room insula high up in such a building. It was cheap and really all he needed. But he didn’t lack coin now, since he rarely spent them on anything.
The messenger boy came back. The deal could happen, if Wulfric would go to the Elysium to pick up the girl and pay beforehand. And it wasn’t cheap either, considering this would last for a while and it was taking a girl away from the brothel, so she couldn’t work multiple people in one night. He still felt a bit weird about that, the thought of her servicing many men every night. He would far from be her first. But she’d like to see him again and he had decided he’d like to see her too. So there it was.
He showed up at Domus Venus just after sunset, telling the guard outside that he was waiting for Ione and he did bring the coin for her. While he was waiting, another girl came at him, trying to persuade him into letting her go down on him while he waited. But he pushed her away. He’d made his decision and it was final. Besides, he didn’t like doing it out in the open. Hopefully she’d be here soon.
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A Slow Start

Started by Ione · January 10

January, 77AD
Mid-morning was always a slow time for the brothel; workers were...working, the drunks were only just getting their first wine of the morning and nobody could stomach the thought of a whore before food. Well, most people couldn't; judging by the sounds drifting from one of the little rooms occupied by one of her colleagues, some men could. A mid-morning on a rainy January, however, was even quieter. They'd barely had a man between them today and it looked likely to stay that way, at least until the post-dinner rush later.
She relished these little snatched moments of calm - even as the drizzle petered in through the holes in the ceiling - remnants from the Earthquake that her dominus had, only now, begun to fix. The Elysium was a dank, dark place - the soot on the walls from the lamps and tallow fat candles casting it in a dingy light, the small rooms where the girls worked separated only by curtains from the corridor where she now lingered. Her dominus had tried - a few chairs and a couch had been squeezed into the space, but nobody could call it luxurious. Glancing around the other girls and stray man that worked with her here, they weren't exactly glamorous either.
She adjusted the folds of her toga, feeling the coldness eat at the uncovered skin of one of her arms and her legs. "How was the baker's boy?" Eris asked her, her trademark feline grin on her face. "Quick." Ione replied in her accented Latin and the faintest hint of a smile. She liked Eris - she had the confidence that Ione would never have, the confidence born of somebody who had grown up here and was written about on half the walls of Rome. Apparently. "Probably for the best," She chuckled and shook her head, "His fathers not much better." Ione knew that too. Four months here had given her a good introduction to the regular clients of the Elysium. The thought turned her stomach this early in the morning.
A head ducked through the curtained door that led to the street and one of the dominus' men glared back at them. "Fix yourselves up. Polite company coming in." What 'fix yourselves up' meant in the context of a bunch of slaves who spent the majority of their time looking as unpresentable as possible, she didn't know. For her part, Ione tried to run her fingers through her hair to free it of knots. She'd get it done later, by one of the other girls, before the evening rush. She saw Eris and the others, eyes widen and smirks settle on the faces as they turned expectantly to the door. Ione tried to replicate the coy, flirtatious look but couldn't quite muster it and so stood awkwardly as a man ducked through into the corridor.

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Trips and Tricks

Started by Ione · January 10

November, 76AD
Ione tried her best with the bucket but she really was the worst possible choice to be sent out to fetch water from the pump. Her arms shook even heaving it - empty - further and further up the queue of chattering slaves. At this time of day she could be spared from the brothel, but that meant only for other errands and refilling their water was a key chore that everybody hated, and somehow seemed to always fall on her shoulders. The queue was long and she cast a worried glance back over her shoulder, debating whether it would be worse to be late back or to come back with no water. She bit her lip, glancing nervously between the queue and the Elysium which she could see only a few hundred paces down the street.
It wasn't hard to work out that, that was where she came from. The thin cloak she wore overtop of the toga wasn't exactly concealing and nor was the split lip she was sporting but few paid her much attention. The only people here were slaves or freedmen, and given they were in Regio IV, they had no right to look down on a whore. Nobody here was rich, and nobody here was in the business of judgement. For the most part. She still felt an errant hand tug on the corner of her toga as she moved out of the line and glanced around to see a man, leering, clearly still drunk from the nightmare. "Even that will cost you I'm afraid." And he immediately let go. It always seemed that she was enticing when considered free, but the second you mentioned coin she became about as interesting as mud.
She figured it would be easier to explain the absence of water by a grabby customer than spend an hour waiting for it, and so moved back down the street, straining under the weight of the empty bucket until she was a few paces away from the Elysium. She took a moment, leant against the wall to catch her breath. This early there was no need for a man on the door. She bit her lip, trying to fashion her excuse as best she could and set the bucket down on the floor...unfortunately, right in the path of an oncoming pedestrian...

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Gone Fishing [M - S]

Started by Ione · January 7

January, 77AD
Ione hated this part. The rain was drizzling in a thin mist that soaked her to the bone and standing on a street corner in a gaudy yellow toga, hair plastered to her forehead, teeth chattering reminded her just how low she'd fallen. The fact that the Elysium's walls and roof were only just being reconstructed after the earthquake so many months ago should have meant she'd be happy to spend time outside of its walls, but fishing for business on a grey, dreary January day was hardly the escape she wanted. Nobody came looking for whores at midday, and those that did, did not want a half-frozen slip of a thing that was - she was sure - about as enticing as a block of marble. So she'd been sent out to try and entice some men in. It was not going well.
She tried to adjust the folds of the toga and wished she'd been allowed to bring her cloak to conceal it, but no dice. Given that the only women that wore such garments were prostitutes - and cheap ones at that - she was immediately singled out with judgement glares and pitying glances by the passing people who ventured to look at her. She tried to plaster a smile on her face and fluttered her eyelashes at men who walked past. Nobody stopped, although she did garner a whistle from a man working on some scaffolding across the street. She made to move over to him, a grin like a Cheshire Cat on her lips but he waved a hand, signalling he wasn't interested. "Are you sure?" She teased as she moved within earshot, "You'd be surpr-" She was cut off as he turned his back and stalked to the other end of the platform, ignoring her. Men liked to look, but seldom few paid.
Shuddering in the cold and at the rejection she stalked back to her spot, glancing around, desperately, for somebody. She was no good at fishing - the other girls and men had always been better at it than her, but she owed a debt for the wine pitcher that was smashed in her room last night by the drunken thug she was servicing and to repay it she needed a client. Anybody. Soon.

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Ione

Started by Ione · January 4

Ione
18 | 12 Nov 58AD | Slave | Prostitute | Straight | Original | Phoebe Dynevor

Personality.
Quiet and unassuming, Ione is not a natural prostitute but her four months at the Elysium have taught her the requisite skills. She came from a simple family and so will never be possessed of pride or arrogance, but what little respectability she had has been cast out over the last few months and she suffers deep embarrassment at her current position. She suffers through her work as best as she can but can never quite muster up the enthusiasm when with clients, like some of the other men and women of the brothel.
She has an easy smile and a trusting nature and a desperate yearning for friends and companionship. People might once have described her as 'sweet', but that seems at odds with her bearing in the brothel. This dichotomy makes her insecure and she prefers to hide herself in the shadows as much as she can. She hopes one day she can see her home again; walk on the sands of the beaches, feel the sun on her skin and have the fresh air of island life but as the weeks and months tick by in Rome, this feels more and more like a dream.

Appearance
Small and very slight, Ione is still girlish at eighteen, looking younger than her years. She eats poorly at the Elysium, usually one meal a day scrounged from a local thermopolium so hasn't necessarily filled her curves like some of her contemporaries. Her natural hair is somewhere between a mousy brown and blonde in the sun, but she has had a host of cheap wigs given to her by the owner of the Elysium which means she can appear bright blonde, dark haired or anywhere in between at any given time. Unlike the Venus, the Elysium has no great qualms about letting in drunkards or thugs and so she can often be seen sporting bruises on her body or face (when the hired help haven't been able to get the punters out quick enough). She has pale skin but sometimes accentuates it with cheap cosmetics, scrounged from the other girls. She also has a beauty mark above her lip and dark blue eyes. She dresses in gaudy, short togas in the brothel and when out fishing for business - it being the preserve of respectable men and prostitutes alone. When she has precious down time she wears the one plain tunica she was gifted by her owner.

Family
Father: Laphanes of Heracleium
Mother: Clymene (deceased)
Siblings: N/A
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Extended family: N/A
Other: N/A

History

58AD: Ione is born to Laphanes and his young wife, Clymene and named Hilaera. Her father was a potter, working in the small town of Heracleium on the island of Crete. The town, whilst once thriving in hundreds of years gone by, is small and insular and the family barely scrape by. She was a longed for child as after eight years of marriage, Clymene had suffered miscarriages and stillbirths but ultimately her father was disappointed to have a daughter and not for a longed for son.
58-73AD: The next few years of her life pass by with limited adventure for the young Hilaera; she comes to know the Roman garrison stationed in their town and helps her father as much as she can in the studio, but debts begin to pile up from gambling losses. She tries to press her father to preserve her dowry but she fears it’s being used and spent to fund further slaves and more games of dice.
74AD: Hilaera’s mother dies, having caught the influenza which had been going round the town. She tries to take responsibility for the rapidly declining home, but her father isolates himself - falling behind in orders and losing friends. She thought there was no love lost between her parents given the fits of violence, but it appeared her father cared more for her mother than she realised.
75AD: The unimaginable happens when Hilaera is sixteen. Her father sells her as a means to pay his mounting debts. She pleads with him, but his rationale can’t be shaken; that as a woman she could never inherit his business anyway and the money from her sale would be better spent on training up his favourite slave to take over. She is dragged away screaming to the market where she’s promptly transported to Athens and then sold on to a travelling merchant.
76AD: Mercifully the man to whom she was sold was largely indifferent to his new purchase; installing her in his house in his home city of Cosa (Orbetello) as a general house slave. She lives here for six months.
76AD: The merchant’s house, however, was not to be her forever home. Deciding to move his business to Greece, he was unwilling to take his domestic slaves who could be cheaply and easily replaced. She’s dragged once again to a slave market and picked up for a decent price to a slaver, recognising her virginity made her more valuable than the local markets believed. She is transported to Rome and sold at an auction to the Elysium where she both loses her virtue and all she had known about her life. She is renamed Ione, after the Nereid as she came from a place surrounded by the sea. She’s been there for four months now, and has no idea what to do next.

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