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New Faces In Old Places


Anna

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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.

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It had been an incredible turn of events. 

Turia had gone from being sold, captured by pirates, returning home only to be struck and accused of fleeing before being sent to the market. Hadn't her previous Domina loved her? Cared for her? The Domus Augustana was much larger than the previous home had been, far more grand, and her mouth was open in awe. She was cleaned and prepared to be in the company with Caesar's wife. Not a Consul's wife, not a General's wife.... the Augusta herself. 

Her hands trembled as her eyes remained lowered in humility as she remained standing by the wall. Turia looked up at the mention of her name and waited for instruction. Thus far, she had only seen her new Domina be courteous to the slaves and considerate. Still, Turia did not wish to mess this up! "Yes, Domina," Turia answered submissively, silently offered a prayer to any god that would be kind enough to listen to her pleas for mercy. It had been some time since she had practiced her craft fully, and she did not know how the Augusta preferred to look. She gulped a little, there were some noble ladies who did not like to be looked in the face and in order to complete her task. She had to. 

She studied her face. A few lines... nothing too serious. Her Domina had clear skin and signs of health. 

"What is your usual cosmetics like, Domina?" She asked politely and waited while her hands continued to tremble. 

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