Vibia

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Work dinner

Started by Lucius Vipsanius Roscius · July 22

July, 76 CE
It was high summer, and the nobility of Rome was fleeing the city in droves. Lucius would have left too to visit the estate, except Gaius wanted to keep a close watch on him until the ed of the year, the infamous deadline to figure out what he wanted to do with his life (and for his family). There was only one loophole in this situation: many young, unmarried men Lucius' age (a dwindling number but still there) organized parties at their villas outside the city, inviting each other along for some well deserved networking and debauchery. It was a loophole Lucius decided to take advantage of. Spending time with his peers and building connections? Gaius could not argue with that. Leaving the city and spending free time at a villa? Much better than July on the Quirinal. Maybe he should have been a lawyer.
This current party was in full swing, bordering on orgy. The cool night air freshened everyone up, the wine had been filled and refilled several times, there was music, and, obviously, there were men and women hired for entertainment. And still, with all the luxury and the spices, the party was still painfully boring, in Lucius' opinion. Conversations were bland (sliding into ridiculous as some held their liquor worse than others), drinking games got boring quick, and there was not much else to do. Lucius managed to slip away from the crowd, wandering around the gardens of the villa for a while, getting some fresh air. He came across the small bath building attached to the main house and peeked in, but someone was already... being occupied in there, so he backed out, and decided to return to the trees instead. Maybe there were a few apples left somewhere to pick. Pulling himself up into the lower branches of one promising tree, he looked around in the light of torches that filtered out into the garden.
@Sara
Celebrations, Confidences, and Confessions

Started by Secundus Quinctilius Varus · October 8, 2020

In honor of the Volturnalia, Secundus had joined in the day’s public festivities. Senators were expected to make appearances at these things; they represented most of a man’s religious life, so he performed the necessary civic duties. However, this year, he most looked forward to the night’s festivities. Secundus had been planning this party for many days now. Several of the men of the senate had been invited to join in. It would be a night of feasting, drinking, games, and music.

Livia, as usual, had taken no interest in helping him plan the occasion. She considered any time spent with him wasted time. Secundus did not mind that. It made his plan easier. He could arrange for Vibia to perform as the night’s entertainment without it rising to his wife’s notice any sooner than the party itself. Although he only planned her to use her skills with the cithara, if any of the other guests took her up on another offer, he had not intention to stop them.

Secundus hoped that Livia would guess what Vibia was. He imagined her affronted expression vividly as he supervised his slaves’ preparations. He wanted to provoke a reaction from her- something other than the meek, mouselike behavior of recent months. For someone so bitter and angry, she insisted on remaining dormant. Perhaps she was waiting for him to show weakness. He would force her to play her hand first.

As the day’s festivities began to come to close, Secundus watched as the household finished its preparations. The party would begin soon; if everything went as planned, Vibia would be the first to arrive, with senators filing in very shortly after. Livia, who had been in her room all day, would likely want to be ready to greet their guests. He told one of the slaves to go fetch her- no need to disturb her mood before she’d had a chance to meet their guest of honor
@Liv

@Sara
In Confidence [M]

Started by Sara · August 18, 2020

Mid-August, 75AD
Vibia primped and preened as she always did before a client. Her various pots of lotions and potions and cosmetics were well used but still did the job as she etched kohl around her bright blue eyes and dabbed rosewater on her throat and between her thighs. There was no need to spend hours agonising over an outfit choice for this job, however. This wasn't the first time Secundus had visited her, and she knew him well enough to know what he liked. There was also the chance that perhaps the nature of her job wouldn't come into play at all, and he'd just be after conversation. But not being an oracle and knowing for definite, she still dressed in her usual sort of attire of a gauzy tunica that revealed more than a hint of what curves lurked underneath, with her rare, bright blonde hair half pulled up and half left to trail in waves over her shoulders and down her back.
She made no move to attend the atrium where clients mingled and chose girls, and instead stayed in her room. Secundus knew the way, and this was a pre-booked arrangement. No need to parade herself this evening like cattle ready and waiting to be picked.
Instead, she reclined on her bed, fingers twirling through a strand of her hair as she glanced at nothing in particular. Secundus was better than some but worse than others, not that it really mattered. She wasn't a slave and thus had more say in the clients she serviced but ultimately her employment rested on her willingness to service all who chose her. Besides, the man was useful. Whilst she didn't - or hadn't - sold any of his secrets back to her handlers in both the Syndicate and the Servian Collegium, it didn't mean she wouldn't. There was something intriguing about the man lurking just beneath the surface and she was determined to pry it out of him. And when she did, she'd decide what to do with it.
A noise alerted her to a visitor and the door swung open, and the curtain beyond it pulled back. Vibia propped herself up on her elbows and gave a sly, seductive smile. "Hello stranger."

TAG: @Járnviðr
What (and i can't stress this enough) The Fuck?!

Started by Anna · June 21, 2020

30.6.75 | open
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.
Come and rock me, Venus

Started by Beauty · June 20, 2020

The decision to go to the Venus was done so on a whim. She was well aware of the words that circulated about her in Rome, the whore of a widow that planted her claws in every man and woman regardless of status. Single men and widowers were routinely warned, should they be next on her ever-growing list of conquests that either perished or was tossed aside. Unless they wanted someone “easy” to bed. Truthfully, such floating news did help her get onto guest lists for parties and in Aurelia’s modest opinion, parties didn’t start until she was there.
Her son of twenty, who had been with her on their journey to the Venus, grumpily chided her and stared off into the distance dramatically. Their relationship was like that of siblings rather than mother and son but unlike Aurelia, he had no interest in her pursuits. Half of Rome had been inside of her, he had said as if to punish her before she politely reminded him that she had been inside of the other half of Rome. As they arrived at their destination, he stormed off in disgust to “attend to urgent matters”.
And so she found herself in the Venus alone. She was directed to a room, finely adorned and lush in tastes, and she settled down onto a soft couch. Food and wine had already been laid out for her as a guest and while she waited, Aurelia took to tossing grapes into the air and catching them with her mouth. When the door slid open and Aurelia turned her attention to the woman who entered. She had seen the woman, at least, a few times before.
“Stunning as always,” she said, lounging across the chair and then gestured for Vibia to near her. “Today, you were meant to be fucking my son but I’m sorry to report that plans have changed. You’ll have to do with me.” Not that Aurelia minded, she had some plans up her sleeve. “But first, let’s drink!” Aurelia pushed herself up and began to pour them both wine. “How about a drinking game? One of secrets?” Aurelia wriggled her brows playfully.
@Sara
The Hunt

Started by Guest · May 11, 2020

Early July 75CE
Temple of Diana Aventina
The Temple of Diana on the Aventine was supposedly one of the oldest in Rome. Founded in the days of the Kings by Servius Tullius, like so many of the other gods and goddesses now worshipped in the city, this had been thrown up to welcome a new arrival, taken back to the city who did nothing else but drone on about the wonders of the temple of Artemis in Ephesus. The Romans had changed the name and added the goddess to their canon. The temple that stood today was a modern reproduction of what had stood here for centuries. In the reign of Augustus it had been replaced with a suitably grander affair. A double colonnade of towering, Aegyptian marble pillars supporting a pitched roof, tiled in earthy terracotta.
With the first light of the morning sun valiantly straining to be seen through the small windows set high in the walls, Titus stood in the gloom of the inner ward. A central room was in front of him, the Sanctuary. Only priests of the goddess could go in there. The great bronze doors were, however, kept open to allow the faithful to look inside at a larger than life statue of Diana, carved from a single block of marble but painted to look real. One breast was bared and the huntress was in mid chase of an invisible prey. One arm was curved back, drawing an arrow whilst the other held firm a bow. Her eyes looked on, past you, into a deep infinity of nothingness.
Titus stood next to a large bronze tripod in which a fire had been lit. Several of these votive fires burnt in front of the Sanctuary. The shifting orange and gold light danced across the friezes lining the wall of hunts in action. A whole menagerie of real and mythical beasts snarling, fighting and dying, pursued by dogs and acolytes of the goddess, all frozen in stone. Of all the gods, it was Diana who Titus revered the most. She was the celestial embodiment of the virtues he held central. Determination, ruthlessness, single-minded focus on the task. She was not defeated. She set her sights on her prey and, no matter the size or danger, took it down. Woe betide any mortal who stood in her way or messed with her. He remembered coming here with his tutor as a young boy. He had looked up at the huge, bare breasted goddess and felt something he could not describe. It was as if she was talking to him. At night he dreamed of the statue, come to life, visiting him in the darkness in her wild state. This was what no one understood. No one. Not Horatia. Not his family. Not Vibia. Not Marcella. Not the Augustus. No one. No one knew that he was called by her. The goddess had marked him as one of her own. She had walked with him every step of his life and she would help him achieve every glory.
He dipped into a pouch he had bought of a priest. It was full of incense. He emptied the contents into the flames which crackled and fizzed responsively, sending a cloud of sickly sweet smoke swirling into the silent rafters. He pulled the folds of his toga over his head and held his arms out in prayer. "Diana, hear my prayer and accept my offering. I am your faithful servant and all I have is yours and all of yours is mine. I pray you accept this offering as a token of my ongoing and eternal supplication. Hear me in the darkness. Speak to me in the silence. Accept this offering so that I may do your will."
He reached into his belt and took out his pugio, thick bladed dagger. Keeping his eyes closed, he drew the blade across the palm of his left hand, making no noise as the pain shot through his body and crimson blood seeped out. He held his cut hand over the brazier, feeling the stinging of the flames. He held it there, silently accepting the pain as his blood collected and dripped into the holy fire with thick sizzles and faint hisses.
"Diana, make my aim true. Make my prey fall to my sword. Your will is my will. Make my enemies tremble. Make the Fates smile on me. Sow confusion in those who hate me. Protect me from harm. Lay my quarry in my snares. For your glory."
He pulled his cut hand out of the fire. Pulling the folds of the toga back, he stood and silently watched the blood rising from the cut on his hand. It was slowing now but he stood entranced by the thick crimson mound forming in his palm. He became aware of something in his peripheral vision and turned to see a scared, young male acolyte agonizing whether to approach him or not. He knew what the man wanted to say. He had told them to notify him if the woman arrived. They knew his rank and position and, besides, he was a generous patron of the temple, so his commands were as good here as they were in the Castra Praetoria. He saved the boy the trouble of having to summon courage. Fool. He was clearly not blessed like Titus was. If he was a true believer he would feel the presence of great Diana and would fear no mortal man.
He turned and left the inner ward, heading out to the open area, lightly ringed by the outer colonnade which separated the temple from the surging streets of the Aventine outside. He knew she would come. He had offered a generous combination of carrot and stick. A bag of coin for her time and a visit in the form of two Guardsmen to escort her here and to ensure that she came. He could not stop thinking about the time he had spent with her before. The whore had poisoned him by giving him a taste of his fantasies. His sleepless nights now had new images to vie with the former array of thoughts. Her body, contorting into all positions and shapes, her moans and cries, one minute Vibia, the next Horatia, the moment after Marcella, then Tusca. Was this whore sent by Diana? Maybe she was some spirit, able to shift her shape into whatever form pleased man? No, no, the whore was just flesh and blood. If you cut her she would bleed just like this. Still, whatever it was that she had done, she had done enough to ensure that his mind was in agonies.
He would have her again, of course, that was obvious. But that was not today's business. Today was for work and he must force his mind to his goal. Taking pleasures was acceptable, it was allowed to him by the goddess to make the path less steep and thorny. However, it could not detract from his destiny. That battle must be fought daily. He must set aside the delectable thoughts of Vibia's cries and get from her all that she had hinted she may know. Like any general, he must recruit troops for his army. Figurative soldiers from all walks of life. If the goddess was willing, perhaps Vibia may hold something that could be of use to him?
If not then, like any snake, he would have to cut out her fangs so she could no longer poison him.
@Sara
Open Season

Started by Sara · May 3, 2020

April 75AD
Vibia drummed her fingers against the arm of the couch she was reclined on. Business had been slow for days; the heat of the summer sun sapping the energy and lust from the inhabitants of the city. For those few patrons that did come in, poor Vibia was relegated to strumming on her cithara rather than on something else and she was sick and tired of it.
Word had been sent by the Collegium; her handlers were sick and tired of useless titbits of gossip rather than anything concrete they could extort out of the upper echelons of society. So this evening, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Vibia had donned her finest (and skimpiest) clothes, powdered her face and braided her hair and instructed the madame that under no circumstances could she afford to take a back seat this evening for the various clients that attended the Venus.
So here she waited, bright blue eyes narrowed on the door that refused to open. She stifled a groan and rolled her eyes. Nobody walked through and it was insufferable. Unlike many of the other girls of the place - slaves who were required to complete their quota of conquests to ensure they remained here - as a freedwoman she was under no such mandate. She was, however, at the mercy of the most powerful gang in Rome and her ability to collect information for them was sorely hampered by a complete lack of trade.
Sipping her wine and resisting the urge to rub her kohl rimmed eyes she willed the door to open and a client to walk through. And then it did.

TAG: Open for customers - senatore or equite (or those adopted into those classes)!
It's ya birthday, it's ya birthday

Started by Joaquin · February 1, 2020

Valeria had purposely made it be known that she had a surprise in mind, offhandedly as if it were an afterthought, as if a surprise was as easy as a roll of the tongue. She rapped her fingers and had a devilish grin on her face, a look more appropriate for the wake of a devious murder plot rather than anything that might resemble normalcy or even innocence. But beyond ‘I have a surprise for you’, she had said very little else to her husband, not what time, whether it would be that day, or what the nature of what she had in store. If it left him anxious or shivering with anticipation, then she derived more pleasure from it. She often felt satiated by watching others squirm, whether it was Landicus’s foul written word or her own love of a little mischief.
Something was clearly being planned, however, and even in the days ahead of her little slip of an announcement, she had to keep not only the preparations out of Titus’s attention but her children’s, although Sulpicia might’ve come to some level of conclusion, being that she was reaching the age to grow suspicious of any degree of ‘alone time’ between their father and mother. Of course, there was perhaps the occasional overhearing her mother’s burst of laughter and “you call that a penis?” through the walls when Titus wasn’t home.
But if there was anyone that had a closest idea it was Vibia. After a back-and-forth, she arranged for the courtesan to arrive at their home in the evening and be met by a servant that was definitely not Nymphias until Valeria was able to join her. When the same servant had come into the chamber that Valeria had been in, reclining in candlelight with Titus, she leaned over to observe who it was and gave a quick “thank you, so-and-so” before they could stop, catch their breath, and open their mouth.
At that moment, Valeria seemed to grow a sudden amount of energy as she drew up to her feet. “Are you ready for your present?” she asked with excitement carrying through her voice.
@Liv and @Sara
I know your secret, your dirty little secret

Started by Beauty · December 31, 2019

It appeared quite lavish on the inside of his home, a glaring contrast to how the Elysium appeared. While he was very careful on how he used his money, it was clear where he used it from time to time. His personal slaves kept clear of him, his sister and her child were off somewhere, though not without being followed for Titus wanted to know every detail on their day. He felt privy to other people’s lives but did not allow others to be so with his.
And so, he was alone. At least, until the door opened to reveal a familiar face and body. In the room he was in, there was wine, fruits and cakes, all laid out. He had his back turned and was pouring himself some wine as he heard the soft pit pats of shuffling feet.
“Vibia, here already, I see,” he said, turning to face her and giving her a smile in greeting. He only smiled because he felt like he could do with her as he wanted. And what could Marco Falco do? Loyal as he was to the Syndicate, Titus was confident the man would never know of the arrangement and if he ever did, surely Titus could pull a few strings in his own favour. If he felt merciful, he could help Vibia out.
He moved towards a chair to sit, folding one leg over the other before tossing a dark wig in her direction. It was obvious the wig had been worn before but had been cleaned and brushed for the occasion.
“Put that on,” he said before taking a sip of his wine, watching her the way a hungry animal eyes its prey, before gesturing towards her chest. “And show your breasts. I don’t think I can talk to you with your clothes on.” He took another sip and then waved towards the assortment of food and drink. “Have anything you like but before we talk, I want to see the money.”
@Sara
Let's Dance

Started by Joaquin · December 19, 2019

Inside, the halls had been filled with laughter and chatter. Valeria had seemed to navigate the party company with ease from the beginning, happily moving from one familiar to another with her wide smile and excited hand gestures, sharing familial updates to those who asked and wild stories wherever she could squeeze them. But despite her comfort, she was still a homebody and preferred the time alone with her pen than in the company of others but like a sponge, she sucked in inspirations whenever someone sighed while wilfully imparting gossip or it appeared in an acquaintance’s tick or appearance that morphed them into a character of interest for Landicus.
Deeper into the night, the empty space around the seating arrangement above decorative meal-courses with feathers, flowers, and ornaments saw the ebb and flow of musicians, dancers, acrobats, and prancing comedian actors and Valeria, in her deep red wig and heavy kohl, gave a loud cackle at almost every single joke without fail. Aside from the music, the sprinkled innuendos at the otherwise tame party seemed to be one of the few moments where she hadn’t gone inattentive while glazing past the different faces, who seemed more focused on making a presentation of themselves rather than genuinely enjoying their time, in the chamber.
After the food, people began to cordon off and disperse into their small social groups peppered around the domus. Outside, a few voices belonged to some of the partiers standing in the white pillars which circled the gardens and alternated between shadow and moonlight. “You’re one of the musicians, aren’t you,” Valeria said with a kind smile and a glass of wine in hand. The girl with young with a pretty little face. With artists of any kind, Valeria often felt warmed up to them, perhaps a bias by the possibility of a similar spirit. Of course, there was always the difference between playing for payment and playing in one’s own home. “You did a marvellous job tonight. I hope they’re paying you handsomely.”
@Sara