WHAT AM I BID?”
And at this she lowers her head, and tries to hide her tears, and she fears they might not be hers last this day…At the edge of the crowd , close to the platform, so close he might almost look up her shift, stands a huge Mauritanian merchant, dressed in a toga, a roman citizen and he raises an ebony hand. They have surprisingly inventive minds for plebeians, I can assure you. Sex IT WOULD BE A GOOD PRICE FOR A ONE LEGGED, BLIND MESSENGER SLAVE WITH PILES! And she feels the soft, light cloth caressing the naked body underneath, her body clean for once, the soles of her bare feel cold on the marble as she is rushed through the large sprawling palace by her guards.And suddenly she is out of the place,in a pleasant, green garden, flowers and braziers lit with aromatic woods scenting the air, and a company of men and woman lies around on benches, the emperor´s cronies and parasites, freed slaves and senators, depraved youths and old lechers, kinky whores and nymphomaniac noble ladies, drinking ,talking, slightly tipsy, their minds set on the evenings pleasures of all and any kind.
