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It was a party Atia could be proud of. It was not Rome of course, not truly a Roman gathering. Yet, for this place and what she had to work with, it was stunning.
Jack had done his best crafting the torches, they burned bright all the way from the path to the water. The clearing outside her villa burned as bright as the day. Better to show off the rock pool with it's floating flowers, or the dress she wore. Better to highlight her hair, piled atop her head by Sally, her makeup applied as expertly as one of her body slaves might have.
The food was beyond her imaginings. Truthfully, with that crazed woman, Delirium, in charge, she'd not expected much. Atia, however, had been proven wrong. Delightfully so. It truly was food fit for an occasion such as this; a party hosted by one of the Julii. Along with the wine provided by the delightful little man, Guy, and the alcohol those two women (she could never remember the names of most plebs, it was so much a bother, and they bred like rabbits) there was drink aplenty for all as well.
The dancers, Bagoas and Alcuin both, had performed well, and Octavia's recitation had also gone smoothly. Even if the girl had been surly at the suggestion, she had done her duty, and done it well. Atia's only regret was that she had not managed to organise wrestlers. A display of oiled men, nude and writhing, always made a party more popular.
It was enough, she supposed, and all of it done without slaves. Of course, she reminded herself, it was Sasan's party as well. He had even done some of the work. As had Serena. Though the inspiration, and in the end the accolades, were hers, were they not?
She had guests to greet. Enough of this.
[[Gathering style party at Atia's near the river. Tag each other, eat the food, drink the wine. Set to Friday near dusk, and continuing on all night.]]
Jack had done his best crafting the torches, they burned bright all the way from the path to the water. The clearing outside her villa burned as bright as the day. Better to show off the rock pool with it's floating flowers, or the dress she wore. Better to highlight her hair, piled atop her head by Sally, her makeup applied as expertly as one of her body slaves might have.
The food was beyond her imaginings. Truthfully, with that crazed woman, Delirium, in charge, she'd not expected much. Atia, however, had been proven wrong. Delightfully so. It truly was food fit for an occasion such as this; a party hosted by one of the Julii. Along with the wine provided by the delightful little man, Guy, and the alcohol those two women (she could never remember the names of most plebs, it was so much a bother, and they bred like rabbits) there was drink aplenty for all as well.
The dancers, Bagoas and Alcuin both, had performed well, and Octavia's recitation had also gone smoothly. Even if the girl had been surly at the suggestion, she had done her duty, and done it well. Atia's only regret was that she had not managed to organise wrestlers. A display of oiled men, nude and writhing, always made a party more popular.
It was enough, she supposed, and all of it done without slaves. Of course, she reminded herself, it was Sasan's party as well. He had even done some of the work. As had Serena. Though the inspiration, and in the end the accolades, were hers, were they not?
She had guests to greet. Enough of this.
[[Gathering style party at Atia's near the river. Tag each other, eat the food, drink the wine. Set to Friday near dusk, and continuing on all night.]]