"It is a shameful act of untouchables to engage in prostitutes and affair; it is a elegant entertainment activity for the nobles to do so." - Ancient Roman "Sarcastic Poems"

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When Adiana stood up from the rippling bathhouse, two maids used a fine needle knitting blanket to gently wipe the fine water droplets on her ***. One of the maids slid his hand and wiped a red mark on Adiana's arm slightly. Queen Eubertnia looked at it with a terrifying look. The maid trembled in panic and knelt down at a loss. However, the queen's eyes were fleeting, and she had more important levels to pass, so she just gently hit the maid, then drooped her slightly moist hair, wrapped the blanket on her **, and sat in front of the open makeup box. The old maid next to her used a heated hair tube, and combined with her flexible fingers to combed Adiana's hair gently and curled...

"You go to the bathroom at the end of the other side to take a look. Even if...then..., the time for the double-eared pottery jar is too long." When the maid brought up the soft silk nightgown, Adiana gave an unhappy command to the maid who was close to her hair. The other party understood and stepped back after paying respect.

Under the water curtain of the pig's feet, the lively water flowing beat the floor tiles with a lively sound. The splashing water droplets jumped around. A maid in front was lying weakly on the bare floor. The legs of another maid were being held hard by Karabis, and it was lifted up. The lower part of her body was attacked with a storm of the "Bronze Sheep Head Hammer" by the Legion envoy. It was still from top to bottom. The maid begged for mercy. Her chest and water flow were violently slapped on her cheeks, and her hands were intent.

He wanted to grab things, but there was nothing on the floor to grab? He could only scratch his nails in vain between the gaps on the floor, but Karabis had no intention of entangling more. He was fighting two people and couldn't hold it in. After a slight movement of a fine and rainy prelude to work, he rushed forward fiercely for a long distance, and then his back twitched a few times. Then he gently placed the maid's legs on the side. The maid lowered her body slightly, and her hips shook intermittently twice to enjoy the feeling of resurrection.

Only Karabis was sitting on the floor, and the paste mixed with water was covered with paste mixed with water. She gasped and wiped the mixed liquid of sweat or water on her face. She was about to get up and rinse it, and then put on the copper pole. At this time, a few slight coughs came from the bathroom door, and Karabis turned his head and looked. The old maid with a few people stood there with her head respectfully lowered her head, as if she was welcoming the envoy of the Legion.

"This... the weather seems a bit too hot, and they are a little dizzy." Karabis turned over and explained with his back, picking off a few pieces of paste on his body. Who would have stuck to his hands again and shook them again. Without throwing them away, he had to whip them around the mosaic wall tiles.

The elderly maid of combing Karabis put on a breathable and precious Persian twig-up nightgown. She looked like she was integrated with her skin, very comfortable and pleasant. Then several people held candles in their hands, and the flames blew along the breeze of the summer night circulating in the corridor. Then they stood in front of a huge room. The elderly maid of combing took the candles from the people behind, placed it under a colorful glass cover, and guided Karabis into the room. This was a place divided into inner and outer rooms, separated by a whole curtain. The inner room was covered with darkness. The soft wind blowing from the terrace brought the salty taste of the lagoon, and finally it was not the fanatical dry wind that the plateau saw in daily life.

"Please wait a little before going to bed, your envoy." The old maid said politely, and then an eunuch walked up and shaved Karabis' beard with a small razor. Then someone untied Karabis' pajamas. The eunuch stretched out his small razor and looked at Karabis' armpit hair, "Hey, this is not needed!" Karabis said majestically. The eunuch immediately put on a flattering smile, and leaned over and retreated with the others, and the bronze door closed with a bang.

In the room, only the elderly maid with the lantern and Karabis with her nightgown were left.

"This, I don't need anyone to sleep when I sleep." Karabis didn't know whether this was a "good habit" of the Bendu court or the full malice of Adianna, but no matter what the situation was, the maid was much older.

"No, Envoy, I will look outside this curtain right away. You don't have to be nervous, of course - Her Majesty the Queen will not be nervous either." The old maid smiled politely, then slowly pulled the curtain open and hung the lantern on the bronze hanger in the middle. Under the swaying light, Karabis saw Adiana lowering her eyes, her long hair on both sides drooped freely, her eyes were about to fall to her heels, wearing a very light silk dress, standing tall.

Then the old maid knelt on the ground, held Karabis's hand, pulled him into the inner room with her knees, then stood up, untied Adiana's silk clothes slowly fell off, and then whispered to Adiana's few words, probably meaning that after the "fight" just now, the envoy's energy has been weakened a lot, so you don't have to be too afraid of him at all.

Then, the elderly maid pulled the curtains up, turned her back to them, and sat on a couch, leaving only the lamp in the inner room, and the clear light floating in the starry night outside.

"This..." Before Karabis could speak, Adiana said in a slightly strange tone: "Okay, the two-eared pottery jar, the palace knows everything about this queen tonight. Don't let me be ashamed!" Then, she looked up and saw that the old maid behind the curtain was using her hand to signal a reminder of how to take the next action.

But her mind was dizzy and she could only move forward mechanically, stick it with Karabis's chest with her soft predecessor, and then her body trembled like an electric shock. "It's time for you to get rewards..." Then, she seemed to remember the words that the old maid had instructed before.

"A rose is like a dew without good luck. When it is aging and withering, who would say that its thorns are beautiful?" Adiana said this vaguely, and she felt extremely ashamed after she said it. Then she saw the old maid slamming her hands behind the curtain, indicating that the recitation of her ** poem just now was really unqualified.

This is true. Perhaps Karabis has been in Rome for a long time and prefers Latin rude and direct slang. His sex with Porti is both exciting and wild, so he feels a little ignorant of Adiana's so-called Greek elegance.
Chapter completed!