{re-uploaded the picture - should be visible now} The woman stared blankly at Ivyari, her face unreadable. It looked that she would not grace her with answer.
Ivyari sit on near barrel and drink a gulp of bottle. "Oh, the quiet one? That is fine, you will talk sooner or later." She look at camp around them, on Amazon how some of them training fight and bow, some repair their weapons and amory and some just take a rest after fight, playing in rolls rock or cards. One older one, taking bath in wooden tub. "I must admit, you were fight pretty well. Your companions too, by the way. They were your friends? Or just rivals on the area?"
She tastes her own juices on his dick, as well as his cum, as her tongue works the pole. "Hmph... Yes..." Bostar nods. "Like I said earlier, I'll do my duty."
Aulus followed general Pesca and nodded, 'Yes, sir, the leader of the Punici who rode out to attack us challenged us to a duel. If we won they would let us go unharmed. It was a strange proposal, but I couldn't let the opportunity pass by.'
"Not so unusual any more. The Punics feel betrayed by their homeland for their defeat. They claim that they were the better warriors, and wish to prove it where they can. Stung pride, you see." Pesca leads Aulus through the encampment, heading up to a raised platform from which the walls of the city can be seen. "You're no coward, that's clear. Tell me, would you be up for another brush with danger?"
"You, on the other hand, were quite weak, whelp - only lucky. But I guess luck is part of gods favour." She shrugged. "They were my companions in battle, and my opponents in the arena." Her answer is neutral, dismissive even.
"Good." Anai says, as she gets up. "Then I wish you luck, general." She nods to the man, dismissing him. When she and her daughter are alone, she looks at her. "Enjoyed yourself, my dear?" She asked.
Ivyari chuckled, being no offense from the gladiator. "Well, you got me here. I'm sure someone who fight every day on arena must have some impressive skills in combat." She said offered her bottle of wine betheen bars. "What is your name gladiatrix? I want to know more about you."
Pesca nods. "I'd like you to go into the city, into the palace itself, and deliver a message to the governor's daughter." He pauses to let the gravity of the task sink in. "There are secret passages inside, and certain contacts that would aid you, but obviously this mission is dangerous. The reward would be great as well, though." Pesca gives Aulus an appraising look. "You're intending on climbing the ranks of the Cursus Honorum, right? My support could make that a far easier process."
Bostar fixes is pteruges, before grunting and walking out of the room, the smell of sex following him slightly. Taia looks at Anai with a smirk. "I'm your daughter, after all. What do you think?"
'Enter the city, sir?' Aulus looked surprised, 'I-I'm honoured, though I have to confess I only speak Latin and Greek, not a word of Egyptian or Canaanite, it would be plainly obvious that I am Roman if somebody stopped me.' 'I am of the Cornelia, you either die on campaign or enter the senate in our family,' Aulus nodded at the inquiry. 'I would welcome your support, of course.' 'Uh, is the governor's daughter on our side, sir? Or what would the purpose of the message be?' Aulus asked, curiously.
"Centuries of living in Sicily means that the people of Nane generally all speak Greek as well. As for being recognised as being Roman, there are two options that I can see." Pesca takes a pause. " - You could pose as a slave for one of the nobles. This would ironically provide you some freedom, as slaves are constantly buzzing around the palace doing their master's will. The downside is that you would be forced to wear armour, and only carry weapons small enough to hide. - Or, you could go in with armour and weapons and stick to the shadows, acting stealthily." Pesca grins at the question about the governor's daughter. "We're going to make her join our side. Anai's daughter is also my daughter, you see. I'll offer to adopt her and give her a place in Rome if she betrays her mother. The message will be an offer for her to meet with me on neutral ground, nothing more."
She took the bottle and took a large gulp, sighting with satisfaction. "It's Caria. What you need my name for, Amazon?" She asked as she looked at Ivyari with curiosity.
'I suspect posing as a slave would be the wisest, if everything goes correctly I shouldn't need weapons or armour,' Aulus said. 'Your daughter? So those rumours were true?' Aulus looked surprised. He contemplated a moment longer, before he said, 'I accept the mission, sir. When do I leave?'
Anai grabbed her dress and started walking to the baths. "I think that he will not be a problem in the close future." She said as she dropped the rest of her shoes and entered the bath. "How is the situation within the city. Are nobles planning to make any move?" She asked as she soaked. Those little sluts were on her since the begging of the war. No, ever since Tuaa was not elected to become the governor and Ouei was chosen instead.
Ivyari look in the sky, on blue fields of open area. "Well Caria, I guess that you expected to being sold again in slavery after that battle right? Every gladiator is a slave, you fight where your master order to you." She said and look back at Caria. "But I have to say to you, that your skills impressed me, and I think I could offer you proposal for something else. It will be hight prize for you, but profit could be really hight too."
Pesca nods. "Yes, they're true. I make little attempt to obscure what happened in Nane. As for when you leave, it'll be well after dark. Feel free to get some rest first."
'I will,' Aulus nodded. If there was nothing else, Aulus dismissed himself to head to his tent and get some rest before the nightly mission.
Taia strips and joins her mother in the steaming water, snapping her finger to signal a slave to come and massage the two beauties with milk and honey, a traditional skin care regimen. "Of course, mother. The nobility are constantly planning something or other against us. Luckily, I put the word out that the Romans would be willing to preserve the city's independence under a puppet ruler." Taia explains, sighing pleasurably due to the massage. "Much of the nobility believes this, and now the Tokra and Sivis dynasties are scheming against each other to become the new governor, with the smaller families picking sides between them."
