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Early December, 76AD

It had been a strange day, the day he met Ione. That day had begun as an ordinary day. He’d been at work at the marketplace and in the afternoon he was on his way home for a rest. Apparently a bit too busy with going home, since he forgot to see where he was going and fell. And hurt his knees and ruined the trousers his mother had given him. But Ione the whore – that’s the name he heard for such women the most – had helped him cleanse the wounds and then she had also offered herself to him. And he couldn’t stop thinking about that. What it would be like and so on. The pictures painted onto the walls of her simple room were also unforgettable.

 A few weeks had gone by now since that day and his knees looked much better. The breeches had patches on the knees now and life quickly went back to normal. But he had tomorrow off and could afford to sleep in. So he thought that now would be the time. He paid a messenger boy a small coin to go to the Elysium and say that Wulfric wished for Ione’s services specifically and he would like for her to come to his home. He still lived in a simple one-room insula high up in such a building. It was cheap and really all he needed. But he didn’t lack coin now, since he rarely spent them on anything.

 The messenger boy came back. The deal could happen, if Wulfric would go to the Elysium to pick up the girl and pay beforehand. And it wasn’t cheap either, considering this would last for a while and it was taking a girl away from the brothel, so she couldn’t work multiple people in one night. He still felt a bit weird about that, the thought of her servicing many men every night. He would far from be her first. But she’d like to see him again and he had decided he’d like to see her too. So there it was.

 He showed up at Domus Venus just after sunset, telling the guard outside that he was waiting for Ione and he did bring the coin for her. While he was waiting, another girl came at him, trying to persuade him into letting her go down on him while he waited. But he pushed her away. He’d made his decision and it was final. Besides, he didn’t like doing it out in the open. Hopefully she’d be here soon.

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Ione was excited. A trip out of the brothel! The girls preened around her - jealousy oozing from them but they were, nonetheless, helpful in pinning her hair and adding a bit of tint to her cheeks to give her a healthier colour. She even wore the cleaner, newer of the two togas she'd been given; a light green that complimented her complexion. It wasn't given to her for that purpose, of course, it was just what they had on hand but she liked it. She'd been given a rough time after Wulfric had left; chastised to the netherworld for not taking advantage of Wulfric despite her protests that he'd be back to get her. She had been told she had to take double the coin for the missed opportunity, the following two nights. It was why she was sporting the shadow of a bruise on her neck - sailors paid well but were always rough. 

Still - it didn't matter, it didn't hurt much and the hour was upon her. Darius would escort her, following behind the pair of them (he was none too thrilled and all but shoved her out the door), and would return at the appointed hour to collect her. She wrapped her cloak around herself to shield herself of as much of the cold as she could and when she saw Wulfric, she grinned. "Sir." Darius stepped in front though, holding out his hand, eyeing Wulfric suspiciously. "You know the price?" It had all been negotiated; based on her belief he was both wealthy and lived in finery. Not that he dressed in much, mind, but looks could be deceiving, she knew that. She flashed Wulfric another warm smile and once the money was handed over, she walked with him - albeit half a step behind, as was right. "Thank you for sending for me, I...am so glad." 

 

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Wulfric didn't dress up much and he hadn't done much tonight either. They were going to his home and he would feed her and then be with her... which most likely meant getting undressed. It wasn't like when he went to his father's house and had to look his very best, despite that his father didn't seem to care about it. Tonight was just a night off and he would entertain himself with Ione. At least not at the brothel. Finally she came out the door, with that brute of a guard behind her, speaking about the price. Wulfric nodded, "I pay already, to your dominus." He replied, not sure that Darius was free or maybe a slave like Ione. It was hard to tell sometimes in Rome. 

Then he looked at Ione with a smile, "Good. You look nice, Ione. Come, we go. It is not far." He said and motioned for her to come with him. He found it difficult to describe how to find a single home in Rome. There were so many streets and buildings and often so many people living in just one building, like his insula. Then you'd first have to try and find the right street, then the right building, then the right floor, then the right door. And hope it was the right person behind it. No, it was easier for him to just take her there instead. Once they were walking, he glanced to the guard following them and leaned closer to Ione, "He is not coming inside. Right?" He didn't want someone watching. Not here. Again, at home it was different. But this was not his home. He'd been here for more than a year, but it didn't feel like home.

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Darius glared but retreated his hand. She wouldn't have been surprised if this wasn't just an attempt to skim double the cost off of Wulfric, but he relented and started to trudge along behind them. 

"Thank you," She said at the compliment and glanced down at herself, covering the cheap material of the toga with her cheap cloak. Nothing looked nice but he was sweet, and she'd learned to live with it. "Oh," She glanced back to see Darius glaring at them and hurriedly shook her head - looking at Wulfric, "No, no he's not. He just has to walk me to make sure I'm safe, and to know where to pick me up later." And to make sure they know where you live, if you try anything foolish with me, but that just went unsaid. She was intrigued though - he said it wasn't far. She didn't know any of the fancy, grand houses round here - most of them were on the other hills as far as she could tell and she looked at him curiously; "How far is it, if you don't mind my asking?" 

 

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She thanked him for his compliment and he gave her a small smile. Well she did look nice to him, even if her clothes were obviously not the best in Rome at all. But he assumed it was what she had. She was a slave and in one of the cheaper brothels in Rome even, so she could not be expected to wear silk or dangling jewelry or anything like that. Together they began walking and Wulfric wondered if the guard was coming with them all the way.

But he was not and Wulfric nodded, “That is good. But you are safe with me.” Wulfric promised her, he’d been a guard and a warrior at home too, although that probably didn’t matter to the guard walking behind them. Ione then wondered how far they were going and he smiled again, “Not far.” He just said and led them down another street. Away from that with the brothels and the cheaper thermopolia and towards an area with several insulae.

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"I know I am." She offered him a smile, but didn't try to explain any further about Darius' presence. It was a fact of her life that she was so often trailed by men like him; lapdogs and lackeys to her dominus. They were, of course, allowed out alone on occasion when visiting the baths or shopping or fishing for business, but this was different - she was going to a client's home and that required some sort of protection. Not that it felt like very much, nor very reassuring. 

She merely nodded at his answer to her question and kept her head down as they walked, letting the silence linger. She'd learned some men didn't much like chatting or small talk and just wanted to get down to business and then leave. Others, of course, wanted their girls and boys to sing their praises and ask them about their day like their wives never did. She wasn't sure which one Wulfric was yet and eyed him as they walked, debating whether to try and make conversation. The choice was taken from her, however, as they slowed to a stop outside of an insulae and she blinked. She knew there were nice apartments within the buildings - one of the other girls at the Elysium had been called to entertain in one, but still...it was not the grand, fancy house she had been expected. Darius agreed - judging by his smirk. 

Still, Ione kept up her smile and glanced at him. "We're here? This is home for you?" 

 

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Silence fell between them as they walked through the streets and he wasn't sure if they should talk or not. What was she used to? What did you usually do in a situation like this? It was completely new to Wulfric, after all. He'd never been with a girl like her before; this was a first. And after tonight, he'd know if it was something for him or not. He wasn't sure what it would be like with someone he didn't know at all, maybe it would be nice. Or maybe it would be awkward. Ione seemed sweet and she had already offered herself to him before. So he'd taken her offer. 

Soon they came to the right building at stopped by the entrace. Ione looked up at it and he nodded at her question, "Yes, this is home in Rome." He said and looked at the guard, "You can leave now. We are going up." He said to Darius and looked at Ione again, "You follow?" And then they moved inside and up the stairs. Past the first floor and the second floor. It was four stories high in total, not counting the ground level that only had shops. Wulfric lived on the third floor and once there, he found the right door to his small flat. It was one simple room, it had a mattress stuffed with straw on the floor and a woolen blanket, a few shelves and a chest for storage and a window towards the street, with a worn curtain in front of it. He stepped aside to let Ione enter, "This is my home." 

It was kind of dark inside, it was after sunset... but Wulfric soon found a lamp on a shelf and with his good steel managed to create a spark that caught on the wick. He used the first little flame to light another lamp, so they at least had a little light. Only then did he turn towards her, feeling the need to explain his humble home, "I know... it is little. But it is enough." 

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Darius could barely conceal his amusement at the insula. She'd mentioned, when he had been in earshot, that an important man was taking her out. Much like her, this is likely not what he imagined. Still, he nodded with a chuckle and then turned his gaze to Ione, eyes harder than with Wulfric. "I'll be waiting there," He jabbed his finger at a little bar across the street, its patrons spilling out onto the pavement, "Find me there when you're done. Do not leave without me." She nodded mutely and then hurriedly followed Wulfric up the stairs. Her thighs burned by the time they reached the third floor but she managed to keep the same smile on her face right up until he pushed open the door. 

She blinked into the darkness. It was...small. Bigger, obviously, than her tiny curtained cell in the brothel but...it was one room. She had been expecting a house, with gardens and slaves and luxury. Not...this. She swallowed and stepped in, eyes drifting round the place as he lit the lamps and the full view came to life. It was still more than she had - an awful lot more and she managed to rearrange her features into a friendly look. "You don't need to explain to me." She offered, "It's nice," she lied, "It's cosy." And warm, she thought, as she nimbly unfastened her cloak and stepped out of it. She didn't know where to put it down though and so instead just held it awkwardly in her hands. 

This was always the most awkward part, she thought; the bit before the act where some men pretended to dither over their decision. She'd rather they just got on with it and she fumbled with her spar hand to the loop of the toga around her arm; "Maybe I should take this off as well for you...?" She was coy - that's why men chose her - they didn't seem to always want the girls like Eris.

 

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Wulfric had cast a brief looked at Darius, wondering why he seemed so amused over the insula - was it a bad place to stay or was there gossip about it? Sure Wulfric knew it wasn't the best of the best, but he hadn't needed more when he first came to Rome, hoping that his father would invite him in instead. That hadn't happened and then days turned into weeks and months and he just got used to the small room. At home, you'd not spend that much time indoors in your home anyway. Sure you'd tend to the animals and such, but all you really needed was a bed and a hearth. Sadly, he did not have a hearth here, so he had to find warm food elsewhere. But he could store things here, and he did. 

He tried to explain the small room to her, she hid it well, but he knew she was not impressed. Now he thought about it, this was maybe the first time he brought someone else in here. If he met with people, co-workers and such, it was usually in a popina. It was never here. Ione said it was nice and cosy and he smiled, "I hope you think so. I think it is good for me." Not as good as his father's home, but he'd long since given up on that. And when spring came, he'd leave Rome. This was just a place to sleep. 

He moved about to find the food he'd bought for her. A bit of bread and a honey-cake. In a jar with a lid he had salted water and in that, a lump of butter. It would turn bad if it wasn't kept in the salted water. He picked up a bit and rinsed it in a bowl of clean water just next to it. Wulfric was used to butter from his homeland - he was used to olive oil now, but he really preferred the butter. So he placed it on a small plate and unfolded the cloth with the bread and the honey-cake, that he'd kept on a shelf. It was only when she spoke he turned to see that she was undressing. 

"Oh... yes... no... I mean... not yet." Wulfric stumbled over the words, he was not used to this! "I have this for you. First." He said, holding the plate of food towards her.

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She blinked at his stumbled response, her hands fiddling with the cheap clasp on the toga, in the process of undoing it before he said no. Oh. He wanted her to keep her clothes on? She was not particularly...voluptuous but surely she wasn't that hideous to look at naked? But her self-conscious thoughts were cut off as he held out a plate. So that's what he had been doing as his back as turned. She'd almost not dared to think about it. 

She looked startled. Nobody had ever offered her food before a job. Or after, for that matter. Most of her meals were given by the thermopolium's near to the Elysium in exchange for use of the girls, or the coin she could spare from the meagre allowance her dominus allowed his slaves. She'd already eaten today but her stomach almost clenched at the thought of more. And it looked good. She flashed him a genuine, delighted smile. "A-are you sure?" This wasn't why she was here, after all. But in her eagerness to eat she realised she'd created a faux pas...or two; both implying she was not well-fed enough already, and dropping  the act of the prostitute she was deigned to play. She cleared her throat and redoubled her smile, false this time; "I don't want to take it off of you. I've eaten plenty today," She glanced down at herself, "I...have always been slim. And I'm sure there's more fun things you'd rather do than watch me eat...?" 

 

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He didn't want her to keep her sparse clothing on, but he didn't think she should be eating naked either! Food first, then... the other thing. Why was this so odd to him? It wasn't like he was a virgin born yesterday, he'd been with women. But maybe he was a bit more chaste than the Roman men? The Romans seemed to enjoy sex a lot and all the time and everywhere. He'd heard the workers in the markets talk. Not that Wulfric didn't like sex, it was just not such a huge issue or a big deal to him. It was pleasure and it was a good thing, but they didn't have brothels at home. You might sleep with the thralls or secretly with someone you liked, especially at the spring festival. But women still had to marry and preferably only have children with their husbands. The best way to prevent that was to simply not sleep around all the time. Yet the Romans were different in that area too. 

And Ione was different in that she did not at first accept his offer of food. Where he came from, it was actually always the good host who would offer bread to his guest. If you didn't, you were a bad host or telling the guest they were unwelcome. Not that that's why he wanted to feed Ione, but he was surprised she didn't just accept it. At first she looked at it, with hungry eyes too, and then she claimed she didn't want to take it from him and she was just slim.

"Please, I bought food, for you." Wulfric said, wondering if it would be right to just tell her to eat it. He was sure she was hungry and that she didn't get enough to eat. But he didn't wish to pressure her either... "Maybe you prefer eat after? It is yours." He added, just to make sure she knew it was for her. 

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He bought it...for her? She blinked. She couldn't pay him for it, but from the look he was giving her, he didn't seem to expect her to. He'd already paid handsomely enough in coin for her body he had just done this out of...kindness? "No, no I'll eat it." She moved to rest a soft hand on his and gave him a warm, inviting, genuine smile. "Thank you, sir." 

Nobody had ever bought food for her before - at least, not a client. The girls did - they were all in it together after all, but not a client. The most she'd ever got from one of them was a useless trinket like a wooden bracelet or a candle as a tip. She took the offered plate and glanced round, noting he didn't have a chair or a table to eat at. It would be - she thought - presumptive to eat on his bed and she didn't want to spill the food and so instead, she knelt down on the wooden floor, sitting back on her heels and putting the plate in front of her. "Will you join me?" She glanced up at him, her features still soft. "We could talk a little, perhaps," Another novelty for her, "I know we know each other but...I would love to hear more about your life." and it will make me feel less awkward. 

 

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Had no one offered her food before? Rome was a strange place sometimes. But he didn't take his offer back and finally Ione promised she'd eat it. She touched his arm with a smile and thanked him. Wulfric smiled back to her, "I am glad you accept." He said and she took the plate and seemed unsure of where to sit. Then she sat down on the floor. He never considered to have a table to eat by until now. Of course that was common in Rome. But it was also common to lie down and eat. Instead she chose the floor and wondered if he would join her too. Wulfric sat down on his simple bed.

"Food is for you. I already eat. Did already eat." He corrected himself with a shy smile, "We can talk." He paused for a moment, considering what to talk about. He didn't really know where to start concerning his own life and she probably didn't either, so instead he'd start another place, "I think, you are surprised by my home? Why?" 

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She smiled at him as he took a seat on his bed. This felt better; more equitable. She slowly started to pick at the food, tearing off a chunk of the bread although she left the butter alone, eyeing it with a little suspicion. She'd never seen it before and didn't know what it was. Food here was different to back home, but the main components were similar enough and the gloopy yellow substance was not something she felt keen to try. 

"Oh," She said and covered her mouth, trying to be polite as she chewed the bread, eyes wide as she looked at him. She managed to swallow it with some effort and then offered him a little grin. "I...just haven't been somewhere like this before. I didn't know what sort of place an important man would live," She lied - she did - and it wasn't a single room without even a table or a proper bed, "Your home is very nice, Sir." Using his name felt...wrong. Sir or dominus was better. It reminded her that it wasn't just a normal conversation, that she was working. "But," she frowned, "You...you said you were going to leave? In Spring?" She asked, trying to recall the conversation that felt like years ago.

 

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She had such a pretty smile, he thought. He wondered if she'd also be a whore if she had been born elsewhere. Definitely not in Germania. Maybe a thrall, maybe even one of those men brought to their beds, but they didn't have whores like they did in Rome. At least she began eating now, although he noticed she didn't touch the butter. It was good though, and salted, so he didn't know why. Maybe she just didn't like it. It was valuable though, at least at home. Milk was precious and had to be used for something or it would end up tasting foul. So you made butter. 

Ione wanted to talk though and he began with wondering why his home surprised her. She explained she hadn't been in a place like this and didn't know where an important man would live. Oh. So that was it. He told her he was important, didn't he. But that was at home. In Rome, he was nobody really. Especially since his father didn't want him. He could have been important, but he wasn't. Ione called his home nice though. She was trying to be nice, wasn't she? It wasn't a very nice home. But it was really all he needed here.

"Thank you, Ione. I am not very important in Rome. But, I am not poor." He explained, he could pay to have her come here, right? And even feed her. He wasn't poor. He just chose to not spend money on a fancier home, since he wasn't here to stay forever anyway. Ione then recalled he'd said he would leave.

"Yes, I will. My Roman family... have no interest for me. I came for them. But I will leave yes." He replied... "My father is Senator. But, I am bastard to him. Nobody to him." It was a bit of a sad story to be honest and not the one he'd been expecting to tell. He would make one last attempt sometime during this winter, to reach out to his father and maybe make him realize, that just because you ignored someone it didn't mean they weren't there. 

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"I know you are not poor." she confirmed with a soft smile, moving to lay a hand on his gently to reaffirm her point. Anybody was wealthy compared to her, after all. She should not be so judgement, she chastised herself and cast another glance round his home. She didn't know what she would give for the security of one room she could call her own with a bed she didn't need to share and a door that could lock

Her eyes rose as he explained and she tore off another little bit of bread, chewing it slowly to savour the taste. She shook her head and sighed softly, "I'm sorry." She gave him a sad smile. "He...is clearly not a man worthy of your time. But you have good family in Germania?" She had never had any dealings with the Senators of Rome; they never paid for somebody as cheap as her if they wanted pleasure, her dominus had told her within their first week. Their clientele were traders and merchants and sailors and the grubby underside of Rome that wanted to get laid as much as the rich, but couldn't afford the girls at the Venus. 

She might not have understood Senators, but she did understand bad parents. She was here, about to service a relative stranger because of her own father, after all. She didn't say as much though. No man wanted to hear a whore's sob story, after all. 

 

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He felt oddly bad about this not being the huge and beautiful home of an important man, that she'd hoped for. Sure she said it was fine, but he knew it wasn't much. He should probably have gotten a better bed or a nicer blanket. But he just couldn't be bothered when he wasn't here to stay. At least his home was clean, right? And he did everything himself. He didn't need slaves to do it. It was just convenient that they could do it. But he had none here. Although tonight, he had one. But she was eating while they were talking. He explained that he would leave because his Roman family didn't want him and especially his father. 

Ione was sweet, trying to cheer him up and he smiled back, "Yes, family at home, very good. Grandfather is important, he is like king. And mother is kind." He said, happy to think about them for a moment. But only for a brief moment, because he realized he forgot one very important thing. Something to drink! He stood and looked around and actually did spy a jar of wine leaning against the other side of the shelf. He had no cups. He lived here alone and usually never brought visitors in, after all.

"Are you thirsty? We must share." He said, handing the jar to her. She wasn't eating very fast, maybe she really enjoyed the food. That was nice, at least. But she was still his guest and that's why he handed her the wine first. Even if she was a guest he paid to have here.

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Her eyes widened and she looked at him. "A...King?" She grinned. She had never known the son of a King...a Prince...to live somewhere like this. Nor did she imagine one to be so...kind. She smiled. "You must get your own kindness from your mother, sir." 

But before she could say more, he was up and clattering around to get something. She blinked at him, frowning until he turned round holding a jar of...something. She smiled again, almost...embarrassed for the kindness he was showing her. "Thank you, you really don't need to..." But he was handing the jar to her and she took it gratefully, taking a small, discrete sip from it. It was good. Delicious. Much better than what she'd had thus far in Rome. She took another sip and then held it out  to her. She felt a ripple of doubt work its way in her chest; she was suddenly not hugely confident that her lay would be half worthy of everything he'd given her already this evening...and she couldn't exactly...give it all back. 

She pushed the food away, the honey-cake and half the bread uneaten. "We should share. I insist." She said with a wavering smile.

 

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Wulfric simply nodded when she grinned at his statement about his grandfather. Well that's how it was. Then she said he got his kindness from his mother and now it was his time to smile a little awkwardly at her hidden compliment there. Not very well hidden anyway... "Thank you, Ione. Maybe." He didn't know if he got it from his mother or if it was just the way he was raised and the way his people worked. Sure there were more crude people among them, they were anywhere, but Wulfric had been raised to have the proper manners, because he might one day take over from his grandfather. If his people would follow him, should it be him, and not his mother's brother. 

Then he got the idea of them having a drink and showed her the jar of wine. She took it. He wasn't entirely fond of wine yet, he preferred other things. Teutus had directed him to an area where he could find good mead, but ale was also good in Rome. Wine could last longer without getting bad though, so he understood why the Romans preferred it. Ione drank some and then he took it, when she was done. Maybe he could use a bit too. After he'd taken a gulp, she pushed the food towards him.

"You are sweet. Maybe... after." He had eaten before he picked her up and he didn't really feel all that hungry right now. He was trying to pull himself together to something completely different, but he hadn't been with a girl like her before, so he was not sure how to start. He sipped a bit more of the wine.

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For a moment she had forgotten herself, and why she was here; the food and the wine and the conversation had been so pleasant and Wulfric's easy smiles had lulled her into a state of relaxation before she'd really realised it. But his words brought her out of it and she offered him a smile. He didn't move for her though, instead just sipping the wine awkwardly and she bit her lip. She knew how to be forward - it was an act she put on most days when she was fishing for business or with the clients that needed flattery, but she had let that facade slide with Wulfric. Evidently she needed it now though, else they would never get down to business. 

Gently, she moved to lay her fingers over his on the wine jug, voice soft; "May I call you Wulfric?" She asked with her voice gentle and an easy smile and she lightly squeezed his hand, "And may I join you on your bed?" Maybe she was going too far? But she was trying to consider how she would like to be wooed, if she was nervous or if she wasn't sure. Gentleness was innate to her personality and she hoped it worked now. She didn't want him to ask for a refund from her dominus. 

 

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Why was he feeling so nervous? There really was no point! He'd been with girls before, this was just a new situation because he was paying for her. That was all. At least she was good company besides that. If he wasn't paying for her, it might be easier. But he had to and she was sweet and pretty and he liked her. So why shouldn't he want to be with her? She seemed to notice he was a bit uncertain, for she touched his fingers and asked if she could use his name. He nodded, "Of course." He replied with a smile to her gentle voice. She said he was kind, but really, so was she.

And now she would join him on the bed, "You may." Wulfric said, moving a bit to make room for her. Were there certain rules to what he could and couldn't do? He had a feeling that was the case. Even if he was paying for her time. Maybe he should just skip the awkwardness and tell her the truth as it was, "I have never been with woman like you." He then confessed, looking up at her, "I hope it is fine?" 

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"Thank you, Wulfric." She said with a grin as he moved to make room for her. She gracefully pushed herself up and walked the pace to his bed before dropping by his side onto the stuffed mattress. He seemed so awkward! It was almost sweet. She opened her mouth to speak, about to ask if he'd like her to undress but he spoke first, confessing and finally looking at her. She blinked and then a soft, gentle smile crossed her lips. Oh Gods bless him. 

"Of course." She moved a hand to lace through his own fingers and squeezed his palm softly, "You have paid for me to please you. You just need to...tell me what you like." She was dreadful at guessing, but she would, if necessary. "We can do whatever you would like." She moved her hand from his to softly stroke his cheek, moving down his throat to his chest. She moved her other hand to the pin that held her toga together and loosened it. She didn't know exactly how much Wulfric had paid, but it was enough that he had her for a little while and her dominus hadn't said anything was forbidden. Few men kissed their whores, they were more likely  to strike them in the Elysium, but she'd worked long enough to know that nothing was off limits. "I just want you to enjoy yourself, Wulfric." 

 

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He used her name with her, so why should she not also use his name? He wasn't her domine, it didn't feel right. He wasn't really her anything, other than the one who paid for her tonight, so why should a name come between them? Soon she sat by his side and he confessed he'd never slept with a whore before. She smiled softly at him and he was grateful that she at least wasn't laughing. A Roman man might have done that. But she said it was fine and laced her fingers with his, explaining she just wanted to please him. And then she touched him a bit, before she loosened her toga, revealing her body to him. 

"I am sure I will." Wulfric replied, when she wanted him to enjoy himself. He moved a hand up, not touching her body at first though, but looked at her face, brushed some of her hair away from her front side over her shoulders. Away from her neck. Her skin was so pale, he thought. She really was beautiful. He shifted a bit, slid his arm behind her to pull her closer and then he leaned closer to press a lingering kiss to her lips, hoping that would be alright. His other hand found her though as he sat there. Her lips nice and warm. 

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She moved into his touch as he brushed her long hair over her shoulder, and glanced up at him through her lashes, pulling her toga down lower to reveal her bare chest as he pulled her closer. His touch was warm and expansive and she breathed softly, a smile on her face. He was gentle. Her smile stayed right where it was as he kissed her and she returned it, opening her lips and moving her own arm to wind around his neck. She'd never kissed a man with a beard. It was nice. 

She pulled back a little, just to catch her breath for a moment and moved her hand from his shoulders to gently stroke his face, running her fingers along his jaw and his throat. "You are so handsome, Wulfric." That wasn't a lie, at least. He was; and young. That made a pleasant change. Her voice was a quiet whisper as she continued and shifted so she was on her knees on her bed, facing him, "Would you like me to take it off?" 

 

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She responded so well to his touches, which was nice. And her body was very pretty too, he thought as she pulled her toga down further, revealing it to him. Then he'd decided to kiss her, because that felt like a good start and he did want to feel her lips. She returned it and he felt her arm around him. This was more than nice, this felt right. Like he'd been missing something like this for too long. Ione broke the kiss, but only to touch him and compliment him. He grinned, "Thank you. And you... is beautiful." Because she was. It only seemed right to repay the compliment. And he was glad she thought him handsome. That made it feel less awkward.

Ione pulled further away, shifting and wanted to take something off. Her clothes? His? He didn't know and it felt stupid to ask, so he just nodded, looking at her, "Yes... I would." Although he wasn't entirely sure what he just said yes to, no matter what, it was that way it was going. 

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