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She knew that Corinthia would be utterly furious with her. A part of Gaia felt a childish defiance towards her daughter's agitation and gleefully traveled to the Domus Venus. Oh! How she missed the sheer pleasure associated with the place. Corinthia purposely chose to deny herself this incredible experience, and she had no desire to encourage her any longer. Perhaps it was folly? Either way, her eyes lit up as she entered the Domus Venus and looked around. The sights were incredible. All the workers were utterly beautiful, perfectly formed bodies that looked like marble statues made flesh and smiled. Soon a slave offered her both a compliment and a glance of wine, something she eagerly took. There was one person she desired to see, someone she found herself thinking about when there was a moment of quiet. Titinia, the owner of the establishment and the Madam who had welcomed her so much during the Saturnalia. Her favourite time of year. Gaia did not wish to cause a fuss. She sipped the wine and walked around the establishment. Occasionally she took a peek at a few Senators with some rather interesting kinks. The sounds of the acts and coupled with the music filled her ears. At times, she wished her late husband Manius was by her side to enjoy all of these pleasures with her. The reminiscent thought soon passed when she saw Titinia speaking to one of the workers, she pondered approaching and wondered how best to do it. She polished off the contents of her goblet and handed it a random, confused Senator and walked towards Titinia. "Salve, I hope you remember me?" She asked, and gave a little hiccup to indicate she had drank a little too quickly. @Anna
May 75AD Circus Maximus Aulus had changed seats after his conversation with Gaius Fabius Maximus had come to an end, and found himself sitting next to a woman he recognised as belonging to gens Cornelia - one of the Scipinones branch, he thought. More importantly, though, she was the wife of Quintus Sulpicius Rufus, whose brother had ended up joining him on his flight from Italy a decade earlier. "Good morning," he said to her, being polite. He had moved to sit by her; it would be unforgivably rude to ignore her, especially as she was related to friends of his. "I see you seem to have been lucky in your betting so far - pity about the Reds' shipwreck earlier." It had been rather a spectacular crash, with the Blues' driver pulling ahead and cutting in on him, forcing him into the spina which rand down the middle of the Circus, forming the centre of the oval race-track. He had bet on the Whites, who had come in second after the triumphant Blues, a team he did not think anyone had really expected to win that race, the driver being a new man and therefore an unknown quantity. @Anna
There were many things he was supposed to be doing. Gaius had one ambition and that was to taste all the fruits of the Domus Venus. It did not take him long to arrive in the location necessary. He had lost count of the amount of times he had made the trek to the venue, walked through the doors and soon caught sight of the beauties that surrounded him. It made him feel alive, and temporarily he could forget the obligations he had towards the state and to his nagging stepmother. His eyes lit up brightly as he walked through. Dancers, performers, and people performing intimate acts surrounded him. This must have been how the Gods on Mount Olympus felt. He looked at one large breasted woman as she walked past, garbed in transparent silk that only highlighted the curves of her body and was soon distracted by another. In the past, he had heard her name spoken and did not particularly know her. It did not take him long to have wine provided for him and he casually held the goblet in his hand. Finally, he found her. She was reclining on a sofa and flirting with a Senator. He could not recall his name at the moment, but had a nagging feeling that he knew his stepmother. A wicked smirk appeared on his face and walked towards them both. Reclined beside them on his stomach, rested his clean-shaven chin on the palms of his hands and smiled. The other potential client looked shocked, then uncomfortable and it did not take long for him to stutter an excuse before he left. "You must be Justinia," Gaius said, and not without a hint of smugness to his voice. Slowly he rolled onto his back with his arms folded behind his head with a cocky grin. "I promise," He added, reached out the goblet for her to hold and let it go. If she took it, she took it... if not... "I will make it up to you, and I can assure you that business would be more pleasurable with me than what it would have been with him." @Sydney