"It is a shameful act for untouchables to engage in prostitution and fornication; The aristocracy did this, and it was an elegant entertainment. —Ancient Rome, "Satirical Poems"

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When Adiana stood up from the rippling bath, two handmaidens gently wiped the fine droplets of water on her carcass with a thin needle-knitted blanket, and one of the handmaidens slid down and wiped Adiana's arm a little red, and was looked at by Queen Eubertenia with a terrible look, and the maid trembled in panic and knelt down at a loss, but the queen's eyes were fleeting, and she had more important hurdles to cross, so she only slapped the maid lightly, and then hung down her slightly moist hair, wrapped the blanket around the nude, sat in front of the open makeup box, and the old combing maid next to her used the heated hair barrel and her flexible fingers to comb and curl Adiana's hair softly

"You go to the bathroom at the end of the room over there, and even then, the amphora is too long." When the maid brought up the supple silk nightgown, Adiana gave an unpleasant order to the maid who had combed her hair, and the other party understood, and bowed back after bowing.

Under the water curtain of the pig's feet, the lively water made a lively sound on the floor tiles, and the splashing water droplets jumped around, and the former maid lay weakly on the smooth floor with her body sideways, sideways, and the legs of the other maid were being grabbed by Calabis, straight over her head, and her lower body was lifted, and she was attacked by the "bronze sheep's head hammer" of the legion's envoy. It's still top-down. The maid cried out for mercy. His chest and the water were violently flicked to his cheeks, and his hands subconsciously wanted to grasp something, but where was there anything to grasp on the floor? He could only scratch in vain with his nails between the cracks in the floor, but Calabis had no intention of doing more, and he couldn't hold back after fighting two battles, and after a period of delicate and rain-like paving work, he made a few long-distance charges of the whole way, and then his back twitched a few times. Then he gently put the maid's legs to the side, and the maid leaned slightly as if she had fainted, and her buttocks shook twice intermittently, to enjoy the bliss of resurrection.

Only Calabis was left sitting on the floor, the ground covered with a paste mixed with water, panting, wiping the mixed liquid on his face, whether it was sweat or water, and preparing to get up and rinse it again, and then go to the copper pole to put on his clothes. There were a few slight coughs from the bathroom door, and Calabis turned his head to look. I saw the old combed maid with a few people, standing there with her head bowed respectfully, as if she was greeting the legion's envoy.

"It seems a little too hot, and they're a little swoon." Calabis turned around and explained, picking out a few pieces of paste from his body, and whoever wanted to stick to his hand again, and shook it again, but did not shake it off, so he had to tart it on the mosaic wall tiles.

The old maid dressed him in a breathable and precious Persian embroidered nightgown, which was very comfortable and pleasant, and then several people held candles, and the light of the fire danced along the summer night breeze that flowed from the corridor, and then stood in front of a large room, and the old maid took the candle from the person behind her, placed it under the stained glass cover, and guided Calabis into the room, which was divided into inner and outer rooms, separated by a whole curtain, and the inner room was full of pitch black, The gentle breeze blowing from the terrace, with the salty smell of a salt water lake, is not the feverish and dry wind that the plateau sees every day.

"Please wait a moment before going to bed, Your Excellency the Special Envoy." The old maid said politely, and then a eunuch came up and shaved off Calabis's beard with a small razor, and then someone untied Calabis's pajamas, and the eunuch stretched out a small razor and pointed it at Calabis's armpit hair, "Hey, this is not needed!" Calabis said majestically, and the eunuch immediately put on a smile of beneer, and the others leaned down, and the bronze door slammed shut.

In the room, only the old maid with the lantern and the open dressing gown were left.

"Well, I don't need someone to sleep while I sleep." Calabis didn't know if this belonged to the "good habits" of the Pontus court, or if it was the malice of the young lady of Adiana, but in either case, the maid was too much older.

"No, Your Excellency the Special Envoy, I'll be watching from outside this curtain right away, you don't have to be nervous, and of course - Queen Bixia won't be nervous." The old maid still smiled politely, and then slowly opened the curtain, and hung the lantern on the bronze hanger in the middle, and under the flickering light, Calabis saw that in front of the bed, Adiana was lowering her eyes, her long hair on both sides hanging freely, her eyes were about to fall to her heels, and she was wearing a very light silk robe, slim and elegant.

Then the old maid knelt on the ground, took Calabis's hand, pulled him to the inner room on her knees, then stood up, untied Adina's silk robe and slowly took it off, and then whispered a few words of encouragement to Adina, which probably meant that Your Excellency the envoy had weakened a lot after the "fierce battle" just now, and you don't have to be too afraid of him at all.

Then the old maid drew the curtain again, turned her back to them, and sat down on a couch, and all that remained in the inner chamber was the lamp and the clear light that drifted in from the starry night outside.

"This," said Adiana in a slightly strange tone, before Calabis could speak, "Alright, amphora, tonight's queen is known to the court, and you don't want to disgrace me!" Then, she looked up, and saw the old maid behind the curtain with her hand, signaling how to make the next move.

But her mind was dazed, and she could only step forward mechanically, and pressed her delicate precursor against Calabis's chest, and then her whole body trembled like an electric shock, "Immediately, soon it will be time for you to get paid" Then, she seemed to remember the flirtatious words that the old maid had told her before.

"If a rose has no good rain and dew, then when it grows old and withers, who will say that its thorns are beautiful?" Adiana said this vaguely, and felt extremely ashamed when she had finished speaking, and then she saw the old maid hurriedly waving her hand behind the curtain with a dizzy gaze, indicating that the recitation of her flirtatious poem just now was really unqualified.

It is true, perhaps Calabis has been in Rome for a long time, and prefers the rude and direct slang of the Latin world, and the bed between him and Poti is agitated and wild, so there is a little bit of a sense of incomprehension about the so-called Greek elegance of Adiana.

"Enough, amphora! There is not even a true queen who is a descendant of Darius (the Pontus Mithra family calls themselves descendants of Darius and the sun god), there is no such thing, can you still reign in the city of Rome? At last, Adiana could not stand the old maid's prompting, and uttered this straightforward and angry sentence. (To be continued......)