Sunlight spilled into the back alleys of the cluttered, stone buildings. Livia was one of many in line down an alley. Some were friends chatting about their morning routine, others were simply leaning against the structure. The orderly crowd was gathered for the public bathhouse, some of them enjoyed it as a social thing, but Livia had no other means.
The entrance was guarded as to keep males out of the females private bathing area. The main thing for Livia was to get in, wash up and get out. It hadn't seemed as if there were any slaves her for her to talk to, someone she could relate to.
Livia fanned herself, in place of the non-existant breeze, her physique glistening with sweat. Her body anticipating the refreshing sensation of the bathhouse to cool her skin, but her impatience was getting the best of her. Her lips were distorted with discomfort, arms crossed and her foot patting the ground at an increasing tempo. Her eyes darted around to see what was going on.
The entrance was guarded as to keep males out of the females private bathing area. The main thing for Livia was to get in, wash up and get out. It hadn't seemed as if there were any slaves her for her to talk to, someone she could relate to.
Livia fanned herself, in place of the non-existant breeze, her physique glistening with sweat. Her body anticipating the refreshing sensation of the bathhouse to cool her skin, but her impatience was getting the best of her. Her lips were distorted with discomfort, arms crossed and her foot patting the ground at an increasing tempo. Her eyes darted around to see what was going on.