Atrice

Only moments after Lexus had made his arrival known, Phaedo appeared before him. He always made sure to knock – this was a brothel, after all, and you never knew if you’d see something you didn’t plan on seeing. And he had seen that, in here, but he never told his mother and frankly, it was more and more fascinating. It was a new world, opening up to him, but he had yet to take part in it. All he was here for, was his friend Phaedo, whom he’d grown very fond of. And now that the year was turning, a lot had happened since they met. It had been Lexus’ birthday, for example, and there had been festivals to go to and poetry to discuss. He never knew about it before. But now he liked it.

Phaedo embraced him and Lexus wrapped an arm around him too – under the other he had the gift for Phaedo – and they hugged shortly, before Phaedo greeted him with words and seemed very happy and cheerful.

“I’m always ready to have some fun. But maybe especially today.” He replied with a grin and came inside, closing the curtain behind him. He never quite got used to the small quarters Phaedo had for himself… not that Lexus and his mother had a huge place to themselves, but this was just so… well… he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for Phaedo and understand why he’d want to go out when he could. First things first though.

“I have something for you. Happy Saturnalia, friend.” Lexus then said and handed Phaedo the little cloth-parcel with the neatly folded tunica inside. He stood back and waited to see what Phaedo would say to such a present. 

Phaedo

Lexus and Phaedo had been friends for a little more than half a year now – and it had come to that time of the year, where they would celebrate Saturnalia! Lexus and his mother had barely arrived in Rome last time, but now he’d lived here a good long while and now he looked forwards to the great Saturnalia celebrations. And he was hoping he could spend some time with Phaedo; he might be a slave and a whore, but he was also very clever and smart, Lexus thought. He knew so many things and he was teaching some to Lexus. And Lexus’ mother had been a bit reluctant at first, when he told her about the friendship, but then she decided that since both of Lexus’ parents had been slaves, what was so wrong with him befriending one?

So everything was fine. And knowledgeable and interesting Phaedo would have to enjoy the Saturnalia part of the year very much, right? After all, everything was closed this day – it was a public holiday for everyone, including slaves at the brothel, unless of course they wanted to work. And it wasn’t just a holiday… you could even switch roles with your masters, so that slaves became the masters for one day and the masters would serve the slaves. 

And this was Lexus’ basic idea for celebrating with Phaedo; his mistress had many slaves and couldn’t possibly trade places with them all. She also probably wouldn’t, since that meant she had to be a whore for a day. But couldn’t they pretend that the freeborn Lexus was Phaedo’s master, so that Lexus would be the slave today and Phaedo would act as if he’d never been a slave? 

He had even brought with him a gift for Phaedo on this glorious day; in a piece of textile he had a new tunica for Phaedo. His mother was a seamstress, after all, and she often took people’s broken tunica’s when their owners didn’t want them mended again. And she could turn these old tunica’s into quite beautiful pieces of clothing. This one was light yellow, with green hems by the sleeves and at the bottom hem of the tunica. The neckline was cut into a V-shape and there were green stitches by the neckline, making it seem even more outstanding. Sure there was a patch here and there, but Lexus thought it would suit Phaedo just fine. At last he arrived at the brothel and by now, he was well known here… not as a client, but as Phaedo’s friend. He went straight for Phaedo’s room, hoping he was still there and once he arrived, he knocked before entering.

Marcus hated this season? Helios really enjoyed it… people were so excited and so drunk and so ready to have a lot of fun. Not that he hadn’t already worked tonight, but still, this was Saturnalia and he was certain it would be a long night… it always was. And it had only just begun. For Marcus it might be even longer, if he kept looking so grumpy and wouldn’t join in the joy of the season.

While Helios enjoyed a honyed fig and had suggested Marcus should serve him tonight, the other claimed he was busy protecting the Domina… as if that ever stopped any bouncer for at least feeling a pair of lips somewhere good before! Then Marcus suddenly pulled Helios closer, but only to tease him or maybe even taunt him, by placing that kiss on his forehead. 

“We both know you’re not.” Helios said, “But you’re right, I should be busy too.” He slid away from Marcus and was about to walk away, but as if he could walk away without leaving one last tidbit for Marcus. He looked over his shoulder, “I won’t give up though, you know that, right? One day… you will come to me…” He winked and then he moved on, having seen a handsome redhead that needed some attention.

Exit Helios from the thread

Marcus Falco

It was too easy, toying with Marcus. Someday, he thought, he might actually get a reaction from the guy… more than just words. But until then, the game was on. Helios had leaned an arm on Marcus’ shoulder and Marcus groaned and gave him a strained smile. Then he suddenly wrapped his arm around Helios – this surprised him, to be honest, he did not see that one coming! But well, it was Saturnalia, was it not? Helios let out a little laugh at Marcus’ response to his words.

“See, that’s exactly what I’d say. Hmm…” He suddenly had an idea. It was indeed Saturnalia, was it not? And usually, Helios was the slave and Marcus was his superior. He wondered if Marcus would like the idea of switching roles, but he wasn’t certain.

“You do know you should be serving me tonight, right?” He then said, glancing at Marcus, before a very pretty lady entered the brothel, carrying a basket of sweets and she handed some to Helios and Marcus. He happily picked up a sticky, honeyed fig and took a bite of the lush fruit and looked at Marcus again. Maybe Phaedo was right… maybe he did have a strange fondness for Marcus and he honestly didn’t know why. Marcus had only ever been rude towards him and never fun. And the attraction had not once been returned. So why was Helios drawn to him? 

Marcus Falco
Titinia Novella

Helios sent one of his clients out the door to enjoy Saturnalia. Helios however, he’d not be out there, on the streets. He had experienced this time of year before and besides, he was a slave. He had a mistress, he was fond of her and she was fond of how useful he was – after all, he was more than just a whore, he worked to pry secrets from his patrons… only to whisper them to his mistress, so that she could pass them on or use them for herself somehow. Not that he worked that hard tonight, because this was just a merry time of the year… and the patrons even sometimes enjoyed that switching roles thing with Helios, so that he’d be in charge and they would be his slave and bring him gifts. Before they paid him and left, as usual. In the end, he was indeed nothing more than prostitute to them. 

He slipped a light tunica over his head and adjusted the gold-like broad cuffs on his wrists and ran fingers through his hair to land it all down his back. His eyes were painted tonight and his cheekbones had been dusted with gold, so that even Helios seemed to shine bright like the sun – his own name – tonight. 

And then he left the chamber to reach the main entrance of the Domus Venus and as he entered the room, he remembered that he forgot to wipe his lips after the last patron left. And considering what he’d just done before he left… well, let's just say there should not be any leftovers visible for the next, right? Helios ran the backside of his hand over his mouth and lingered a bit in the doorway, before a couple strode past him to find private quarters for fun and pleasure.

He watched his mistress, lounged on a sofa and he watched Marcus, lingering near the doorway. He stood a moment, considering what to do… before he strode up to Marcus and rested an arm on his one shoulder, as he was something to lean against, “Io Saturnalia! Are you enjoying yourself?” It was obvious Marcus was not, but he was simply unable to stop himself. And although he enjoyed toying with the guard, he still kept an eye on the guests, walking by them both to get inside. It was obvious who the whore was and that Marcus was not here to take pleasure. Poor thing. 

Titinia Novella
Marcus Falco

It had felt kind of nice to be escorted over here with a bodyguard… even if it was just Marcus Calvunus, but he could fight off any attackers and he was kind and handsome too. And at least not grumpy like his other half, Marcus Falco. But Helios had long since left the guard behind, or at least it felt like that. His master for the night wanted to be pleased and didn’t want to do any of the work on his own. He got himself a whore, after all, so that’s how he chose to treat Helios. Lower than any of the man’s own servants, so this wasn’t the best deal in the world… at least not for Helios. But his Domina would get her payment and Helios would remember the man and everything he said and report any useful information back to his mistress at home. Sure he pretended his main focus was on the man’s pleasure and satisfaction… but he had a good memory and he sure as Hades was going to use it on a night like tonight.

At last, the guy was spent and collapsed on Helios’ back. He stretched underneath his conqueror, laying flat on his stomach and breathing in. His skin glistened with sweat and oils and his hair was quite tousled by now. The dark lines he had painted around his eyes were also halfway gone.

“You can go now.” The man then said, removing himself from Helios, who sat up and reached for a cloth to dry himself with, before getting dressed, “My head slave will make sure you’re paid. You’ve been good… maybe this won’t be the last time we meet.” His master for the night added and Helios turned to him and gave him a smile, “Oh I hope it won’t be. It has been an honor to serve you… Dominus.” Helios said, looking over the man who now lay on his back with everything on display. But then he bowed and the man waved him out. Helios pulled the tunica over his head, put on the belt with the purse again and slipped his feet into the slippers. He removed the leather cord from his hair so that he could tie it properly again.

On the way through the house he was handed his own and simple cloak again and he quickly put it on. His fingers were still combing the long and golden locks, when he left the house and found Calvunus waiting outside.

“I’m back.” He said cheerfully, “I’m glad you’re still moving and not yet a frozen statue.”

Marcus Calvunus

It did sound good, coming from her, didn’t it? Her saying his name… his old name, the one he grew up with and had until he was in his twenties and old enough to not forget about it. The name that he made famous… and then changed, because he was freed. It was all in the almost distant past now, but Oriana here made it sound pretty. He knew her name, of course – he would not go to see about a job and not know the name of the person he was to speak to. And he had been informed out would be the young Domina and not her father, that he would speak to.

He remained in his seat though, only smiling when she said his name, and then he had explained to her about the violence and how that’s what he was best at. He just put it in nicer words, but that’s what he was saying… more or less anyway. She seemed to like it though, as long as he got the job done, she didn’t care how he did it, “Then I promise you, Domina, that I will not let you down.” He replied simply and had then wondered if she wanted or needed anything else from him. And all she wanted to know was whether he had a family.

This time his smile faded, for he had no family and no relations anymore. Alexius had searched for his sister for so long, but never found her, and now he had given up. It was a long time since he divorced his wife and they never had any living children. He had a son somewhere, that he knew about, but he never met the boy and probably never would. So there was no one. His eyes grew a little harder as he looked up at Oriana this time.

“I have no family, so that should not be a problem. It does not matter if things get messy or not. I will do the job you’re asking me to, Domina. As I said…” He made a little pause, “Pay me well, and my skills are yours. I will watch over you whenever you require it. My hands will be yours to command.” He didn’t lower his gaze as he spoke and the smile had yet to return. It was not often he appeared this serious, but when he was certain… there was no reason to doubt his words. Alexius had been a slave once, he was used to carrying out commands and for a Domina like this one, he would want to prove his worth and keep her safe. If she paid him well, he was hers. Literally.

Oriana Laecania

This was very pleasing so far – protecting a good-looking woman with a fine domus and fine assets too, not bad at all. So she seemed a little bit cold, but he was used to that with noble women and often they’d come around at some point. When he had finished talking, she said she was impressed with his boldness and honesty and then she mused whether he was brave or stupid. Well he’d heard both in his lifetime so far and he was certainly no philosopher, but he had other skills that were at least as useful. Then she asked about his name.

“Lucius Antonius Alexius, Domina. But you can call me Lexus, if you prefer.” He added with a small and charming smile. He doubted she’d remember him from his days in the arena; she was at least ten years younger than he, if not more, so she would have been a child when he fought for his survival for the first time – which was almost twenty years ago now. The lady then said he could speak freely and explained a bit more about the terms. He’d have his own chamber, but she said it would be hard work… and then spoke of not resorting to physical violence. Spoke about creativity.

“Domina, you asked me to speak freely. You will find that I am most skilled when it comes to physical encounters… of any kind. But I’m sure we can find a way that’ll work for us both. I’m a man of action, Domina, not of words. This at least I know.” He explained to her, he might as well be honest from the start. Lexus never got out of a fight or brawl by talking. He could not recall even once in his lifetime when that had happened. He wasn’t meant for comfort or calm. He was meant for action and there was no point in hiding that from her. She wondered if he had any questions and she claimed it would be his most interesting job.

Did he have any questions? “Do you want a demonstration of my skills, Domina? Or anything else you wish to know about me? After all, if I do come to work for you, I will be watching over you, whenever you require it. Day or night.”

Oriana Laecania

An actual, steady job would be a good thing for Alexius – he needed that. Hopefully, this would not be a limited contract, but something that could last. He had not really worked out as a lanista after he was freed, because it had a lot to do with paperwork and administration and less to do with protecting people and being a man of action. And Alexius had always been a man of action, in every way he could be. He had been told that his possible new employer was a lady, daughter to a wealthy and former high-ranking member of the army. But it was not the man Alexius would serve, it was his daughter. Oh gods he hoped she was good looking at least! Then he might find even more reason to want to protect her and do a good job. 

He had talked with a slave of her household and was sure to be ready when the messenger arrived to pick him up and show him to her domus. Alexius himself lived in the subura, not the nicest area of Rome, but it was good enough for a freedman constantly looking for work and meaning. The domus he arrived at was much nicer looking though and he liked that. Not that he really craved luxury – he had none of that as a slave and gladiator in the past – but it was nice, when he could come by it. He followed the slave inside and was led to an office, where a very pretty young woman waited for him. She dismissed her slaves and only afterwards did she look at Alexius. She wasn’t very tall – but most people were small compared to Alexius - but she was beautifully dressed and had interesting green eyes. He was certain the dress was hiding a beautiful body too. 

She asked Alexius to take a seat, “Of course, Domina.” Alexius replied and took a seat. Then she began talking, explaining about the job. Alexius nodded at her words, “Then I hope you are interested… because I am very interested in being more than just an escort. I’m quite certain it’s not hard to stay loyal to you.” He said with a smile and inhaled a breath; he worked hard to not instantly begin flirting, he wanted to appear professional, “If you pay well, then my skills are all yours, Domina.” He said, meeting her eyes, “I have many years of experience with fighting and surviving and I will provide good protection for you, whenever you need it.”

Oriana Laecania

Tertius watched Octavius’ face carefully, when he spoke about his brother, although it was mostly vague and he spoke in a way that kind of assumed Octavius knew about it… even if he didn’t, because that meant he’d have to admit not doing proper research, so hopefully Tertius would be safe. Not that Tertius ever believed he did anything wrong. Secundus did go missing, they did look for him, but in the long run, it was not Tertius’ decision and he had to return to Rome because of the brother now missing in action and Tertius would have to help his father. And the rest was history.

Octavius said it must have been horrific for Tertius’ brother, but he was glad the other didn’t say more. Tertius really didn’t come here to talk about Secundus, “I’m sure it was… he had nightmares, but that’s all I know. As I said, we are not close anymore.” He added and Octavius then changed the subject, wanting to show Tertius some horses.

“Oh of course, I do enjoy horses.” He said and waited for Octavius to lead the way to the stables.

Octavius Flavius Alexander

Tertius calmly ate some more, while Octavius told about what interested him the most. As many with high offices, of course he enjoyed construction and building. Leaving something for those that would follow you was important. That’s why there were so many fora in Rome, for example. Several past emperors had wanted to leave their mark, for centuries. And it was impressive. But he stayed quiet, nodding when Octavius said he enjoyed riding horses and the gymnasium. Tertius could only agree, he enjoyed both such things too.

What did Octavius strive for though? What any good Roman should strive for, of course. Peace and security and the god life. But then he also mentioned being Consul.

“If they were not exciting for you, I do not imagine you’d have so much passion for you. And you strive for good causes.” Tertius complimented him and took a drink, while Octavius suddenly asked about Tertius’ brother. He set down the cup calmly.

“I do indeed have a brother.” Tertius confirmed, “But we are not close, I’m afraid. We’re very different and we rarely agree on how to deal with certain aspects of life. He is…” Tertius trailed off, trying to find a kind way to describe his brother, “… he’s very passionate, no matter what he does. Sometimes perhaps too passionate and too stubborn. I’ll admit I can be stubborn too, but not in quite the same way as he. I think it may have something to do with the years he was missing in Germania, but he has never talked about what happened, so frankly, I don’t know.” He shrugged and took another drink. Secundus was not his favorite subject to discuss. He could barely remember when he last saw his brother; since Tertius married and moved away, they had not spent much time together. And he believed that was for the best.

Octavius Flavius Alexander

After Tertius had finished talking, he casually chewed on a piece of dried and preserved meat from the plates with food, and Octavius smiled and said they had many things in common – and also pointed out how family was indeed important.

“It seems that in our part of the world, family often matters more than anything else.” Tertius replied and took a drink after he just ate. Meanwhile Octavius explained how he was satisfied with the answers given and wondered if Tertius had any questions for him.

“Well…” There were many burning questions, but some were more acceptable than others to ask – when you spoke to the brother of Caesar, after all… “What are your interests then? Besides entertainment, and family… what do you strive after?” He could not directly ask if Octavius had the desire to become Caesar – after all, that would mean his own brother dying. Not that Tertius at this point would have cared, if he’d been in the same position… but then, Tertius’ brother wasn’t exactly sane and besides, he’d never be an emperor, that’s for certain. Quietly he picked up a piece of fruit, but his eyes were on Octavius.

Octavius Flavius Alexander

In his late wife Antonia, Tertius had had a very good friend. They hadn’t been in love – it was a very practical marriage for them both, for they had both needed a spouse and children and they got along so well. Antonia had preferred women in her bed and Tertius liked males. Not they either minded the opposite gender either, so they got along in bed too. But they were open and honest and knew each other’s secret. Tertius doubted he’d ever find another wife who’d be as understanding and easy to be with, as Antonia – and that was a big reason why he never remarried so far. 

Tertius waved his hand at Octavius words of apology, “There’s no need for an apology. The dead deserve us remembering them.” Tertius replied – he had taken his time to mourn Antonia, but he had also moved on and accepted life as a father the way it had become now.

Then Octavius wanted to know more about him and wondered about his interests, “I suppose my interests are fairly common; I like to be entertained and I like to watch and take part in what is going on here in Rome. I enjoy what’s going on at the area. Most of my interests lie with the family though, and the family name. I wish to honor my family name the best I can, and I feel that is done best by being a good Roman citizen.” Tertius explained and picked up some of the food set out to taste it, and then he looked at Octavius, “I hope that answer is satisfying for you? Or is there more you wish to dive into?” 

Octavius Flavius Alexander

Apparently there was no specific job for him at the moment, but Octavius just wanted to know if Tertius would be interested. And of course he would. Sometimes being a back-bencher was not a bad thing at all… it meant few took notice of you, you could remain neutral and without too much scandal, if anyone in a higher place should look for such a person. Of course there was a bit, surrounding Tertius. That’s of course especially his name – Varus – and the whole tale about his brother Secundus, who went missing near Germania and then suddenly returned from the dead… when Tertius had just gotten used to the thought of him actually being dead for good. And now he was more or less crazy… or so Tertius thought. But besides all that! Tertius was without scandal.

He merely nodded at Octavius words, when the other said this was also meant to be a social visit, “As you can tell already, I don’t mind a social visit.” Tertius replied, and then the other man asked if he was married. No doubt he knew the answer already, but it didn’t matter.

“No, I have yet to find a new wife after the mother of my daughter died 8 years ago.” Tertius shared. Of course it would be nice with a son to continue the Varus name, but he did consider adopting his illegitimate son, so that wouldn’t be a problem, if he never remarried and had a son born within marriage,“It is difficult to find the right one, I find. Besides, I’m not lonely.” He added. Sometimes there was a mistress and no matter what, he had his personal slave Hector, whom he’d also brought along today. And Hector was really the perfect slave, serving his master in every possible and pleasing way. No need to elaborate on that though, he thought as he sipped the wine.

Octavius Flavius Alexander

Of course it was wise not to participate in gossip. Not that he could say he never listened – that was practically impossible, especially in the thermae of Rome, where all sorts of people mingled. Tertius liked to spend time there too. Octavius meanwhile shared his thoughts, that the empire was now stable rather than chaotic and that the peace had been a blessing. Tertius nodded and raised his cup silently, in his own private toast to the peace.

Although it was almost too peaceful, was it not, now that he thought about it? Peace was good, of course, and a lot of construction work was going on and actually being finished, but it wouldn’t last. Peace would never last in Rome, he didn’t believe it. But he didn’t say that much, instead he listened as Octavius explained that Caesar was looking for good men for the benefit of the empire. And apparently, Tertius was a good man.

“It definitely does.” Tertius replied, “And I am honored that you’d consider to hire me. For what purpose exactly though? I have many skills, of course, that can be put to good use. Of course I would enjoy serving our Empire and Caesar.” He said with a smile.

Octavius Flavius Alexander

Octavius smiled at Tertius’ comment on the reason for the meeting. He did assume there was some political agenda behind it, because this was Rome and in the end, everything had to do with politics somehow. Even children meeting each other and potentially marrying when they grew older. It all had to do with politics. 

When it came to that though, Tertius had always attempted to remain neutral. He had not always agreed with those in power, although Octavius’ brother seemed to do rather well and was not half as bad as some of those that came before him… on the other hand, comparing him to Cyprianus wasn’t very nice. Octavius of course revealed the loyalty to his brother and his goals. Tertius listened quietly while the other asked about Tertius’ thoughts on how the Empire was run.

“Well it appears Quintus is doing rather well – it appears he’s just what we needed, after all the… trouble we had a decade ago.” Tertius said, “And at the moment, I’m not sure I see anyone who could take his place and do what he does, as well as he does it. Of course, I don’t know what’s going on behind the scene or what people are whispering… I’m not fond of gossip and I don’t like to participate in it.” He paused and looked at the other, “I’m wondering why you’re asking about it. What do you think about his rule?” 

Octavius Flavius Alexander

Tertius smiled at Octavius’ words about his daughter, and then the Consul stated that his family was doing well too and that Octavius’ wife might show up at some point. Then he spoke about his son and then mused about how they themselves had been children once… “It feels like a long time ago to me. But they were also different times.” Tertius replied and then the other had also mentioned his daughter. 

It might really be good to become better acquainted with Octavius, he thought to himself. Antonia needed more friends, also girls. Briefly he wondered if she’d take after her parents and enjoy her own gender more than the opposite, but in the end, it didn’t matter. Even his wife had known she’d have to marry and have children, even if she enjoyed women more than men. And Tertius knew too, of course. That’s just how it was. Not that he’d been busy seeking another wife after the first one died… he might be interested, should the perfect match show up, but so far, that had not happened. And he was fine with sharing the bed with Hector, who even now stood just behind him, waiting for his command.

Octavius then decided it was time to move on with the conversation and shifted to Tertius’ career quite elegantly, all while food and wine was brought in for them, “I did guess there was more to this meeting than just discussing our families.” Tertius said with a small smile, “Concerning my career… it all depends on how to progress. I might be interested in advancement, if the right offer was made, of course.” He was fine and content with where he was now and he was not interested in making a spectacle or getting so much into politics he might be murdered for his opinions or who he kept as allies… but if the right offer was there, he might be curious. 

Octavius Flavius Alexander

Tertius knew of course that the home he had entered, had been in the same family for generations – and you could tell by the looks of the place and of course by looking at who lived here. Among others, the consul right before him. Octavius thanked Tertius for the compliment to his home and said his doors were always open. One had to have a good reason to visit though and he imagined not just everyone could wander in from the street. The family was important and wealthy; they would have to make sure they stayed safe. Especially after the incidents already more than ten years ago, but far from forgotten.

Octavius then asked about Tertius family and had a good memory, mentioning that he knew that Tertius had a daughter.

“Yes, I do have a daughter… Antonia, named after her late mother. And she is very well, thank you for asking.” Tertius said with a smile, always happy to hear someone ask into his daughter and actually knowing about her. She was quite young still, but at some point he would have to look into who might be a possible good future husband for her. And then it was good to know people like Octavius here.

“And how about your family then, Consul? I believe your son is just a few years older than my Antonia, is that not correct?” Tertius added, trying to keep the conversation going here. He didn’t know Octavius well and perhaps he was asked to come here for a reason, but then it was up to Octavius to bring them to the reason – and until then, they could exchange pleasantries. 

Octavius Flavius Alexander

The invitation to come and meet with none other than Octavius Flavius Alexander, brother to the Emperor himself… had come as a surprise, to put it gently. Tertius was known to be a back-bencher in the Senate until this day. There had been a time, where he had attempted to reach further into the actual politics, but age made him grow more careful. He saw what happened to those who were in deeper than they could manage. The job he carried as a Praetor was fine and it had plenty of prestige and Tertius was in no way poor. But he wasn’t famous either. 

So yes, the invitation had been a surprise, but of course he welcomed it and of course he would meet with Octavius. Who knew if he might make a powerful ally here and maybe even a friend around his own age. It would be something else than spending time with his daughter and his slaves and the acquaintances he did have. It had been ages since Tertius had someone he could call his friend, really. 

Tertius dressed finely that day, wearing his favorite crimson tunica and a golden and green toga above it. He had bathed and shaved and looked as well as he could. When he arrived, he was welcomed and soon he was led to Octavius’ office. On the way he looked around at the fancy and beautiful home. Not that Tertius’ home looked terrible. This just looked… even better. The wealth was definitely not hidden here. Behind Tertius followed his always faithful slave, Hector. Young and handsome and always willing to carry out the tiniest order for his master. And he knew how to behave in a home like this too.

In the office, Octavius was waiting and smiling and extending a hand. Tertius took it and shook his hand too, “The trip went very well, thank you.” Tertius said with a warm smile, “You have a very beautiful home, Consul. I am of course very grateful that you would invite me to see it.” What other ulterior motives Octavius had for inviting him, he didn’t know. But he assumed he’d find out soon enough. 

Octavius Flavius Alexander

He was happy to hear Phaedo would be his friend. He had never imagined this much, when he felt so lost watching people parade for the festival, and then the crowd overgrew his expectations… and Phaedo more or less literally got kicked into him. And here they were, talking and becoming friends… in a whorehouse! But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Phaedo was nice and wanted to chat and apparently also be Lexus’ tutor. He nodded at Phaedo’s words, agreeing it would not be so bad to just not tell his mother the entire truth.

Phaedo also didn’t think his mistress would mind, and he would spend his free time with Lexus, “I’m sure that can be done. I haven’t really got a job yet. I tried taking one, as a servant in some senator’s house, but some of the older men started to give me these… looks.” And he hadn’t liked that; that’s not what he was there for and they were old. And Lexus was no prostitute and by the way he’d never even been kissed. He didn’t know much of what Phaedo knew everything about. Thankfully Claudia Gaia had saved him from that. His mother was still considering the job offer coming from Gaia though. 

His new friend wanted to see him home, so he’d also know where Lexus lived – and then come and find Lexus. He spoke of stuff they could do together and Lexus smiled, “I’d love to visit the temples. They’re so… magnificent, here in Rome.” He said in an almost dreamy tone and Phaedo laughed and then said he never had friends to do that with. And he suggested it was Venus herself that brought them together, “Maybe we should go and offer her our thanks together. If it truly was her doing, I owe her thanks too.” He said, the smile never leaving his face. But then Phaedo changed the subject, recalling his scraped knees.

“I guess not. Want me to come? Then I can show you where I live afterwards.” Lexus suggested; he could maybe help Phaedo and he’d really not like to be left in here alone, since he didn’t work here.

Phaedo

To Lexus, it both was and wasn’t special, that his father had been a gladiator. Gladiators were often famous and his mother said that when she met his father, all of Rome knew the name Lexus and that he was good at fighting and surviving in the arena. At the same time though, Lexus had known this most of his life… it was just a fact, a part of his life, that his father, whom he never met, had been a gladiator. Not that he had seen any actual games. He’d seen smaller matches in Capua and so on, but he’d never been in a real arena.

He really talked too much though, didn’t he? And he talked so much about his father. That he didn’t know. It was stupid, really, but he was always curious and hopeful. Phaedo said it would be hard to find his father and he patted Lexus’ arm and suggested the gods might bring them together, “Perhaps. Thanks Phaedo, you’re very nice to say those things.” Lexus replied and then Phaedo decided to share more about his life before he was a prostitute.

His first owner, the physician, had tutored him and he knew many things, apparently. Such a pity that he ended up here then, Lexus thought to himself. It sounded like he belonged in the Imperial Palace or something like that, with the skills he had. Lexus noticed though that Phaedo seemed to trail off again and then he spoke, as if uncertain… he wanted to see Lexus again and share his knowledge. Lexus couldn’t help but look surprised, he only just met this guy and wouldn’t it be great, to learn more things? He could read and write a little and he knew a little about numbers, but Phaedo was probably a lot better than him and it would be good to know such things. 

“Of course I’m interested, it sounds… amazing, to be honest.” Lexus replied and downed the rest of his cup of wine, his blue eyes practically sparkling with the prospect of all this, “I wouldn’t mind coming here to see you and learn things from you. And maybe if I didn’t tell my mother exactly what you do, she’d be fine. I can just tell her I got a new friend.” Lexus smiled at Phaedo, but suddenly seemed a little more shy, “I guess… if you’d want to be my friend, of course. I would like to be yours.” He added, “I hope your mistress won’t mind. I don’t want to get you into trouble.” 

Phaedo

It wasn’t that Lexus was unfamiliar with Rome, but he had yet to explore every street and alley and especially this part of Rome wasn’t something he knew well. It felt nice though, to sit down with Phaedo and just talk. His mother had said he needed friends… he wasn’t sure if she meant a prostitute slave should be his friend, but in the long run, did it matter? A friend was a right, right?

Lexus then asked more about Phaedo and also explained how he used to travel with his mother, but now they had come back to Rome. Phaedo apparently came from Dacia, but didn’t remember much about it. So he was enslaved already as a child? It must have been hard, parting with both of his parents so early… Lexus was glad that he at least always had his mother. Phaedo continued the story, speaking of a Greek physician and seemed to be fond of that memory. And also how he saw Rome for the first time, although since then, he had changed masters. Lexus couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him, it sounded like a turbulent life and he wasn’t that much older than Lexus. He sipped his wine, not sure of what to say, and then of course Phaedo asked more into his life.

“We have mostly been to the South… Capua and so on. I didn’t see much though, because mother had to work and we simply settled where she could find it. I’ve had a few different tutors, because she tried to give me an education of sorts, but… it would have been easier if we lived at one place. Maybe it will be now.” Lexus said and Phaedo of course also wondered if he’d looked for his father, “I have tried to look for him, but it’s hard. He used to be a gladiator, he was a gladiator when my mother was given to him. She was a slave back then too. That’s how she ended up with me.” He wasn’t really afraid to tell about how his parents were both slaves, because they were freed and it also meant Lexus was a freeborn too, he’d never been enslaved… “Then my mother was freed. And then she heard my father was freed… but she never found him again, so I never met him. I don’t even know if he’s in Rome anymore.” He downed some of the wine. Apparently once you got him talking, he could talk a lot, "I was named after him, of course. Lexus Minor. But I think once he was freed, he had another name, and we don't know what it is." 

Phaedo

This was definitely not part of the plan for today; he’d just wanted to see the young women and maybe also the prostitutes, just because it was all still so new to him and the world was only just now opening up to him. Having lived away from Rome and moving from place to place almost all of his life, meant that he never had much time to really explore who he was. And Rome gave him that opportunity; to try and learn more about his father and the life he lived. And the life you lived in Rome. And how the life as a man instead of a boy might be. It wasn’t like his mother could teach him anything about that. Phaedo on the other hand… knew so many things Lexus didn’t.

When they came to the brothel, he then had to admit he’d never been inside one before. It probably made sense, given his reaction to Phaedo admitting he was a prostitute earlier. Phaedo said he should not be nervous and stick to the common areas. And he didn’t think there would be many people here anyway, not now. Lexus nodded quietly at the words and then followed Phaedo inside and it took a few moments for Lexus’ eyes to adjust to the faint light inside. The place was indeed mostly empty, but he didn’t have much time to take it all in, as Phaedo lead him further inside the brothel.

They arrived at the kitchen, it seemed, and here Phaedo grasped a jar of wine and filled a few cups. Lexus still hadn’t said a thing since they entered, he was looking around and taking in the sights and the sounds. The place wasn’t entirely quiet; there were some at work. Think, to do that every day, probably many times every day, because… that’s what you did. And you had no choice. As far as he knew, most who worked here were slaves.

He took the wine and Phaedo wondered where he lived, “Actually… not so far away, I think. I live with my mother in the Subura.” He explained and tasted the wine, which was not bad. Actually quite sweet, he thought. He then looked at Phaedo again, who turned out to be quite the interesting new acquaintance, “Have you always lived and… worked, here? We used to travel a lot, my mother and I. But we came back to Rome awhile ago. My father used to live here too, but I don't know if he's still here.” He said and realized he asked Phaedo a question but gave him to time to answer. So he downed some more wine. Suddenly he wasn’t ready to go home yet.

Phaedo

Phaedo was a nice name, he supposed. And he’d now agreed to follow Phaedo away from the crowds and towards the brothel where the other worked. Quietly he followed then, since Phaedo seemed to know the city far better than Lexus did. He’d only lived here just about a year and Rome was the biggest city he’d ever been in; some said it was the largest city in the entire, known world! So no wonder it took some time to get to know it and know all the right alleys and shortcuts. Phaedo knew though.

They moved fast and away from the lighter streets and Lexus kept a little closer to Phaedo. He didn’t want to get into trouble. This was trouble enough, honestly. Soon enough though, they were at a broader street again and by a building with a sign on it. Domus Venus. Here Phaedo gave him a smile and invited him inside.

“I do like sweetened wine.” Lexus said and looked up at the building. He’d never been inside a brothel before. From what he understood, gladiators like his father had been, were often also sold for pleasure, much like prostitutes were. It really wasn’t all that different. Lexus was just glad he didn’t have to grow up as a slave.

He supposed it was best to be honest with Phaedo though, since he was being so nice… “I’ve never been inside a brothel before.” Lexus revealed; he’d heard about them, he knew the stories, but now he’d find out what it was actually like. It was a bit exciting, to be honest.

Phaedo

Lexus never actually met a prostitute before. He’d had some friends before who said he should go to a brothel soon and ‘get started’, but he couldn’t quite pull himself together yet. Still though, it interested him, of course it did! And that’s why he wanted to see this festival, but the amount of people here was not something he liked. And now of course the guy he came to talk to was probably a prostitute. He didn’t know how to talk to one or anything like it. He stumbled over his words and then seemed to avoid the other’s eyes. Suddenly he felt a bit… shy.

The other guy wasn’t though. He just confirmed that he was a prostitute, said where he worked and wondered if Lexus heard about it. He looked up again, the other seemed so carefree, so friendly. Not that he knew what he might have expected, but… he seemed like a nice guy.

“I don’t think I have.” Lexus said, still feeling a little bit shy and it felt a little bit awkward talking to a prostitute. Did he service mostly women then? Or men? Lexus thought it was mostly men who went to brothels, so did that mean the guy here slept with other men? Was that different than with women? Better or not? There were so many things Lexus didn’t know. Then the other said his home – the brothel – was not too far away and he could find his way away from the crowds. And Lexus could come with him.

His eyes widened for a moment. He didn’t mean to seem rude, but this was just… so new to him!

“I suppose we could do that. I would like to get away from here.” And this seemed to be the only way out… with someone who offered pleasure for coin… but the other was probably also a slave, just like both of Lexus' parents had been.Not that it mattered much. It was decided then, right? “What’s your name? I’m Lexus.” 

Phaedo