Anna Posted June 20, 2020 Share Posted June 20, 2020 15.5.75 | @Gothic There was a new face among her women, shuffling among the ranks as the eldest of them had prepared to take her retirement. Having been freed for some seven years and saw her charge grow into the Empress that perhaps she had always been meant to be. That meant her general attendant became the head of Drusilla's 'household', ruling over their Domina's chambers. The tall, amazonian like guard had stayed in her place, while her cosmetic slave moved to the spot the new lead was now in. Turia was her name, Drusilla mused as she looked over the ladies she kept to keep up her appearance. The new face did not stand out too much among the others, but it was still a start for the Augusta to come across her. But she had been recommended, Turia had been, for it seemed her talent with makeup was well known among those who knew any gossip at all. And well, Drusilla wasn't getting any younger. She would be 36 in a few months, and being a mother, a wife and a patron life was showing its work on her face now. And despite her cleverly manufactured mask, she wasn't without her vanities. "Turia." She called out as she moved to take a seat her vanity table, "Come, dear." She said as she tucked her hair into a loose hanging ponytail at the nape of her neck to keep her hair from her face. She wanted to see the new girl's work. "We have a busy day ahead of us. I have to woo some senators into giving money for the impoverish and I need them to be enchanted enough to open their coin purses." 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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