Gladiator

Having her slave girls quicken her fans she let her eyes cast out over the burning sands. The heat of Rome being enough to drive any man to madness, a perfect day in her thoughts for a Gladiatorial battle. Curling her plump lips into a smirk of satisfaction she watched as the men went against one another, their conflict causing her to sip her wine in enjoyment.

Fixing her wine and vanilla colored dress she adjusted the thin cotton over her body. Keeping the gold rope tied tight to her waist making sure that her dress would not come astray for anyone to see her. She was a proper Roman woman and she planned to remain that way.