Snippet #5031

The gladiator stood silently as she revealed another part of herself to him. This girl was full of surprises, that much he had to admit. And as the fire dancers movements grew more provocative for the entertainment of the guests his ability to decipher if she was being sincere or not became duller. She answered his question in an unexpected way, and it only further drove Spurius into curiosity. What horrible things?

Then she began to walk away, and Spurius could not tell if that was meant to be the end of their conversation. Was he supposed to follow, or was she finished with him for the time being? After a moment’s thought, he decided to follow her into the private room. If she didn’t mean for him to she would tell him to leave and be done with it. As he followed her he couldn’t help but admire her curves and the sway of her hips while she walked. In a world where much was based on physical appearance, she had it all, no doubt. However there was some secret, something inside her, that was just fighting its way out, and all she could do was try harder and harder to keep it in.

“You know, my lady,” Spurius began as the door for the private room closed behind him, “I don’t talk much. In fact, talking to you is the most I’ve spoken in a very long time. Anything you were to tell me would never find other ears.” He was unsure of his motive, at this point. Vittoria was no simple woman in distress like the kind he had read about in stories before, so sympathy was not what she was after. Nor did she seem like the type who needed help, or at least any kind of help that he could give her. “Besides, if your father has it his way, I’ll be dead by tomorrow’s eve, anyway,” he smiled, for once, in a slight attempt to get her to smile as well. The jokes of a gladiator hardly really amused others. To them, death was the joke.