Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [88]
She selected the same dress Clodia wore—gold shoulder straps led down to silky white cups that held her breasts and a bodice wrapped with gold, crisscrossing cords. The varied hem flowed to mid-thigh on one side, higher on the other.
When she slipped it on in a private dressing room, she feared it might too easily allow her pussy to be seen, but decided not to worry, since all the togas were short, and they’d come here to have sex, after all. As also seemed to be the case with all of the outfits, her nipples showed clearly through the white cloth and the cut of the fabric created ample cleavage. She wasn’t sure if she felt sheepish or sexy exiting back to where Clodia waited for her.
“Lovely,” the young woman said, taking her in from head to toe, her slow perusal causing a frisson of anticipation to race up Brenna’s spine.
Next, she was fitted with gold shoes—essentially strappy heels with cording that crisscrossed their way up her calves. Finally, they chose a headpiece from the many available—a circle of entwined gold links that rested around her head like a delicate crown.
“There,” Clodia said, spinning her toward the mirror. “You are now a perfect Roman goddess.”
And—oh God—she was. She felt as if she were going to a Halloween party, but…the kind Damon probably went to, where every woman was hot and sexy and every guy was ready. Though she’d never indulged in any sort of Roman fantasy, she suddenly thought maybe she could get into this—and for the first real time since stepping off the elevator, she found herself truly anxious to see exactly what awaited her.
“Go,” Clodia said, still in character. “Meet with your lover. He is waiting to take you to a bacchanalia at the emperor’s palace.”
Exiting into the hallway, Brenna found Damon, sexily clad in his own white toga and laurel wreath. She wouldn’t have guessed he could look so hot in what was technically a dress, but on the other hand, she wasn’t sure how Damon could succeed in not being sexy. She also couldn’t help noticing that despite the no jewelry rule, his cross still adorned his neck.
His eyes traveled appreciatively from her head to her feet, making her pussy pulse slightly. “Damn, babe—I should have brought you here sooner.”
She fleetingly worried that she’d end up with the same problem she’d experienced the other night with no panties to absorb her moisture—but she had bigger things on her mind. She pressed her palms to his chest, letting her eyes widen, but spoke low since their original greeters stood nearby. “So what happens here exactly?”
He gently squeezed her elbows, his expression sultry. “You’re about to find out.”
She was on the verge of arguing when the white-clad woman from the entrance approached. “Proceed onward toward pleasure,” she said with a smile, so Damon led Brenna farther down the hallway still lined with Roman murals as a patrician voice began to echo from hidden speakers.
“Welcome to the Holy Roman Empire. You have been invited to Caligula’s palace for a grand bacchanal feast. Many of the emperor’s guests have already arrived. While you are here, your wish is Caligula’s desire. You may swim in his baths, eat his grapes, drink his wine, play with other visitors, indulge your every pleasure. You may also choose to simply observe our riotous Roman festival. Whichever you choose, be respectful of others, and remember…when in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
The recording had been timed to end precisely as they reached wide double-doors beneath an elaborate facade of a Roman building. The atmosphere, already, was nearly overwhelming.
“Should I be nervous?” she asked Damon once the voice had ceased.
“No,” he said. “You should be…open-minded.”
She stopped, looked at him. She’d decided she was ready for this—whatever this was—back with Clodia, when it was more about a game of dress-up, but now she began to worry again. “What do you mean?”
His reply came in a steady, frank tone. “I mean you’re going to be shocked at first by what you see—but then you’re going to relax and enjoy. You’re going to let yourself go.