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For one, no matter where she was, most mornings found her rising with the chariots of the sun, enjoying the early hours as a chance to seek out some private time to quiet her thoughts before she was needed elsewhere. And while Jo didn’t seem to like this pattern, she had adapted over time, usually entering Selene’s room shortly after the lady was out of bed. There was no chastising the girl about it, especially not when she was trying to hide a yawn in her sleeve.
The blonde was always dressed early in a garment meant for riding, as it was her best chance to get a good run in as well. Today, a warm split skirt chiton in a rich burgundy had been laid out, a thick wool cloak next to it. She bathed in the evenings, so a quick wash down of her face and hands and she was slipping out of the gown she slept in and being assisted into her chiton. Jo was chatty, laughing about how she would miss their mornings once Selene was Queen. But her next comment about maybe getting to sleep in for once had both girls giggling. Once it was belted into place, the blonde allowed her slave to carefully unravel the braid from the night before, setting the waves around her shoulders.
Loose hair would do, for once she was married, there would be an expectation that her locks would be up most days.
With the cloak clasp in place, Selene shooed off the girl to return to bed. The manor was quiet, but no one stopped her as she moved. It was even early enough that her shadow was nowhere to be seen.
She liked that just fine.
And her morning went on as usual. She took a nice long ride, enjoying the slow waking of the world around her before returning to the city for the temples. As of late, she had much to be thankful for, so it only felt right for her to spend time among the priestesses and other worshipers.
She did her usual stop, her daily pomegranate broken in half to leave at the feet of Ares. From there, her journey brought her to Aphrodite. Early in the mornings like this, she was often alone. It was not unusual, after all, the priestesses were often still asleep after long nights. So, like most days, she found a seat and enjoyed the quiet, her mind wandering to her betrothed and the warmth that spread through her belly at the touch of his lips.
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Selene was a creature of habit, if nothing else.
For one, no matter where she was, most mornings found her rising with the chariots of the sun, enjoying the early hours as a chance to seek out some private time to quiet her thoughts before she was needed elsewhere. And while Jo didn’t seem to like this pattern, she had adapted over time, usually entering Selene’s room shortly after the lady was out of bed. There was no chastising the girl about it, especially not when she was trying to hide a yawn in her sleeve.
The blonde was always dressed early in a garment meant for riding, as it was her best chance to get a good run in as well. Today, a warm split skirt chiton in a rich burgundy had been laid out, a thick wool cloak next to it. She bathed in the evenings, so a quick wash down of her face and hands and she was slipping out of the gown she slept in and being assisted into her chiton. Jo was chatty, laughing about how she would miss their mornings once Selene was Queen. But her next comment about maybe getting to sleep in for once had both girls giggling. Once it was belted into place, the blonde allowed her slave to carefully unravel the braid from the night before, setting the waves around her shoulders.
Loose hair would do, for once she was married, there would be an expectation that her locks would be up most days.
With the cloak clasp in place, Selene shooed off the girl to return to bed. The manor was quiet, but no one stopped her as she moved. It was even early enough that her shadow was nowhere to be seen.
She liked that just fine.
And her morning went on as usual. She took a nice long ride, enjoying the slow waking of the world around her before returning to the city for the temples. As of late, she had much to be thankful for, so it only felt right for her to spend time among the priestesses and other worshipers.
She did her usual stop, her daily pomegranate broken in half to leave at the feet of Ares. From there, her journey brought her to Aphrodite. Early in the mornings like this, she was often alone. It was not unusual, after all, the priestesses were often still asleep after long nights. So, like most days, she found a seat and enjoyed the quiet, her mind wandering to her betrothed and the warmth that spread through her belly at the touch of his lips.
Selene was a creature of habit, if nothing else.
For one, no matter where she was, most mornings found her rising with the chariots of the sun, enjoying the early hours as a chance to seek out some private time to quiet her thoughts before she was needed elsewhere. And while Jo didn’t seem to like this pattern, she had adapted over time, usually entering Selene’s room shortly after the lady was out of bed. There was no chastising the girl about it, especially not when she was trying to hide a yawn in her sleeve.
The blonde was always dressed early in a garment meant for riding, as it was her best chance to get a good run in as well. Today, a warm split skirt chiton in a rich burgundy had been laid out, a thick wool cloak next to it. She bathed in the evenings, so a quick wash down of her face and hands and she was slipping out of the gown she slept in and being assisted into her chiton. Jo was chatty, laughing about how she would miss their mornings once Selene was Queen. But her next comment about maybe getting to sleep in for once had both girls giggling. Once it was belted into place, the blonde allowed her slave to carefully unravel the braid from the night before, setting the waves around her shoulders.
Loose hair would do, for once she was married, there would be an expectation that her locks would be up most days.
With the cloak clasp in place, Selene shooed off the girl to return to bed. The manor was quiet, but no one stopped her as she moved. It was even early enough that her shadow was nowhere to be seen.
She liked that just fine.
And her morning went on as usual. She took a nice long ride, enjoying the slow waking of the world around her before returning to the city for the temples. As of late, she had much to be thankful for, so it only felt right for her to spend time among the priestesses and other worshipers.
She did her usual stop, her daily pomegranate broken in half to leave at the feet of Ares. From there, her journey brought her to Aphrodite. Early in the mornings like this, she was often alone. It was not unusual, after all, the priestesses were often still asleep after long nights. So, like most days, she found a seat and enjoyed the quiet, her mind wandering to her betrothed and the warmth that spread through her belly at the touch of his lips.
It was an early morning, and Euterpe was groggy from a restless night. Sun shining brightly through the windows of the nearby housing complex, the priestess groaned and rolled over, doing her best to block the light that so insistently probed at her eyes. “But it’s so early,” she whined as the sun did nothing to let up, somehow only seeming to shine brighter in defiance of her irritation. Realizing that further sleep was an all but hopeless cause, Euterpe released a deep sigh. Fine. She might as well get the day started.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, the courtesan rubbed at her eyes and yawned as her feet made contact with the cool marble floor. Shivering with the slight chill, Euterpe rose from the sheets as nude as the day she was born. Reaching her arms to the sky, she made a satisfied sound as a kink in her neck popped and stretched itself out. She was only twenty seven, but years of bodily exertion that came with her line of work had led to all manner of joint and back issues. Lucky for her, she could brew her own painkillers, but mornings were always the worst with her muscles stiff and tangled, especially after a sleepless night like she’d just had.
Bending down to touch her toes, she did her best to work out the soreness in her muscles, reaching back up to stretch toward the ceiling. Side to side, she worked her hips and core, twisting and bending to limber up before the day began. About half an hour passed before she was satisfied she was loose enough, quickly doffing one of her pain killing tinctures. Hopefully, it would kick in quickly, and she wouldn’t go through the rest of the day wincing while she walked.
Donning a filmy peplos of pure white silk, Euterpe slipped her feet into delicate leather sandals, lacing them up to her knees. Bending over her looking glass, the priestess arranged her hair in a simple braided coronet, a few scarlet wisps falling to frame her face. Tucking a bright pink anemone within her plaited curls, she smiled at her reflection before applying a touch of carmine to her lips. Thus satisfied, she glanced back toward the window with another sigh. It was still hours yet before her first patron would come to call on her, and here she was, wide awake with nothing to do.
Shrugging, Euterpe decided she would simply head down to the temple proper and enjoy the quiet before worshippers came to fill its halls. There would always be the early morning stragglers, but the sanctuary itself was always so peaceful this soon after sunrise. If she was already awake anyway, she may as well go and enjoy the calm.
Leaving the housing complex, Euterpe made quick work of the short walk to the Aphrodisias, enjoying the light breeze that ruffled the skirt of her peplos. Stepping inside, she stopped in front of the goddess’s statue, kneeling for a moment in a quick prayer. Satisfied with the short benediction, she rose back to her feet and started a slow circuit around the temple, offering nods and smiles to those she passed.
Until she saw the blonde woman sitting off by herself with a dreamy look on her face. She was… gods, what were the words to describe her? Stunningly beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, with a visage that seemed carved the divines themselves. Words could not do justice to the vision before her. Surely, she must be blessed by the goddess whose temple they walked through to possess such perfectly sculpted features. Drawn to her beauty like a bee to honey, Euterpe approached the lady with a kind smile.
Stopping in front of her, she dipped in a polite curtsy before straightening and folding her hands in front of her. “Hello, my lady. Forgive my intrusion, but I am a priestess of this temple and you… gods, if it’s not too bold of me to say, I believe you are one of the most beautiful women to ever step foot inside these walls.” Her admiration was clear, and why should it not be? She served the goddess of love and beauty, after all. “My name is Euterpe, and again, I apologize if I am interrupting.” Her smile was sheepish, but she went on, “Has something in particular brought you to the temple today?
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It was an early morning, and Euterpe was groggy from a restless night. Sun shining brightly through the windows of the nearby housing complex, the priestess groaned and rolled over, doing her best to block the light that so insistently probed at her eyes. “But it’s so early,” she whined as the sun did nothing to let up, somehow only seeming to shine brighter in defiance of her irritation. Realizing that further sleep was an all but hopeless cause, Euterpe released a deep sigh. Fine. She might as well get the day started.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, the courtesan rubbed at her eyes and yawned as her feet made contact with the cool marble floor. Shivering with the slight chill, Euterpe rose from the sheets as nude as the day she was born. Reaching her arms to the sky, she made a satisfied sound as a kink in her neck popped and stretched itself out. She was only twenty seven, but years of bodily exertion that came with her line of work had led to all manner of joint and back issues. Lucky for her, she could brew her own painkillers, but mornings were always the worst with her muscles stiff and tangled, especially after a sleepless night like she’d just had.
Bending down to touch her toes, she did her best to work out the soreness in her muscles, reaching back up to stretch toward the ceiling. Side to side, she worked her hips and core, twisting and bending to limber up before the day began. About half an hour passed before she was satisfied she was loose enough, quickly doffing one of her pain killing tinctures. Hopefully, it would kick in quickly, and she wouldn’t go through the rest of the day wincing while she walked.
Donning a filmy peplos of pure white silk, Euterpe slipped her feet into delicate leather sandals, lacing them up to her knees. Bending over her looking glass, the priestess arranged her hair in a simple braided coronet, a few scarlet wisps falling to frame her face. Tucking a bright pink anemone within her plaited curls, she smiled at her reflection before applying a touch of carmine to her lips. Thus satisfied, she glanced back toward the window with another sigh. It was still hours yet before her first patron would come to call on her, and here she was, wide awake with nothing to do.
Shrugging, Euterpe decided she would simply head down to the temple proper and enjoy the quiet before worshippers came to fill its halls. There would always be the early morning stragglers, but the sanctuary itself was always so peaceful this soon after sunrise. If she was already awake anyway, she may as well go and enjoy the calm.
Leaving the housing complex, Euterpe made quick work of the short walk to the Aphrodisias, enjoying the light breeze that ruffled the skirt of her peplos. Stepping inside, she stopped in front of the goddess’s statue, kneeling for a moment in a quick prayer. Satisfied with the short benediction, she rose back to her feet and started a slow circuit around the temple, offering nods and smiles to those she passed.
Until she saw the blonde woman sitting off by herself with a dreamy look on her face. She was… gods, what were the words to describe her? Stunningly beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, with a visage that seemed carved the divines themselves. Words could not do justice to the vision before her. Surely, she must be blessed by the goddess whose temple they walked through to possess such perfectly sculpted features. Drawn to her beauty like a bee to honey, Euterpe approached the lady with a kind smile.
Stopping in front of her, she dipped in a polite curtsy before straightening and folding her hands in front of her. “Hello, my lady. Forgive my intrusion, but I am a priestess of this temple and you… gods, if it’s not too bold of me to say, I believe you are one of the most beautiful women to ever step foot inside these walls.” Her admiration was clear, and why should it not be? She served the goddess of love and beauty, after all. “My name is Euterpe, and again, I apologize if I am interrupting.” Her smile was sheepish, but she went on, “Has something in particular brought you to the temple today?
It was an early morning, and Euterpe was groggy from a restless night. Sun shining brightly through the windows of the nearby housing complex, the priestess groaned and rolled over, doing her best to block the light that so insistently probed at her eyes. “But it’s so early,” she whined as the sun did nothing to let up, somehow only seeming to shine brighter in defiance of her irritation. Realizing that further sleep was an all but hopeless cause, Euterpe released a deep sigh. Fine. She might as well get the day started.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, the courtesan rubbed at her eyes and yawned as her feet made contact with the cool marble floor. Shivering with the slight chill, Euterpe rose from the sheets as nude as the day she was born. Reaching her arms to the sky, she made a satisfied sound as a kink in her neck popped and stretched itself out. She was only twenty seven, but years of bodily exertion that came with her line of work had led to all manner of joint and back issues. Lucky for her, she could brew her own painkillers, but mornings were always the worst with her muscles stiff and tangled, especially after a sleepless night like she’d just had.
Bending down to touch her toes, she did her best to work out the soreness in her muscles, reaching back up to stretch toward the ceiling. Side to side, she worked her hips and core, twisting and bending to limber up before the day began. About half an hour passed before she was satisfied she was loose enough, quickly doffing one of her pain killing tinctures. Hopefully, it would kick in quickly, and she wouldn’t go through the rest of the day wincing while she walked.
Donning a filmy peplos of pure white silk, Euterpe slipped her feet into delicate leather sandals, lacing them up to her knees. Bending over her looking glass, the priestess arranged her hair in a simple braided coronet, a few scarlet wisps falling to frame her face. Tucking a bright pink anemone within her plaited curls, she smiled at her reflection before applying a touch of carmine to her lips. Thus satisfied, she glanced back toward the window with another sigh. It was still hours yet before her first patron would come to call on her, and here she was, wide awake with nothing to do.
Shrugging, Euterpe decided she would simply head down to the temple proper and enjoy the quiet before worshippers came to fill its halls. There would always be the early morning stragglers, but the sanctuary itself was always so peaceful this soon after sunrise. If she was already awake anyway, she may as well go and enjoy the calm.
Leaving the housing complex, Euterpe made quick work of the short walk to the Aphrodisias, enjoying the light breeze that ruffled the skirt of her peplos. Stepping inside, she stopped in front of the goddess’s statue, kneeling for a moment in a quick prayer. Satisfied with the short benediction, she rose back to her feet and started a slow circuit around the temple, offering nods and smiles to those she passed.
Until she saw the blonde woman sitting off by herself with a dreamy look on her face. She was… gods, what were the words to describe her? Stunningly beautiful, absolutely breathtaking, with a visage that seemed carved the divines themselves. Words could not do justice to the vision before her. Surely, she must be blessed by the goddess whose temple they walked through to possess such perfectly sculpted features. Drawn to her beauty like a bee to honey, Euterpe approached the lady with a kind smile.
Stopping in front of her, she dipped in a polite curtsy before straightening and folding her hands in front of her. “Hello, my lady. Forgive my intrusion, but I am a priestess of this temple and you… gods, if it’s not too bold of me to say, I believe you are one of the most beautiful women to ever step foot inside these walls.” Her admiration was clear, and why should it not be? She served the goddess of love and beauty, after all. “My name is Euterpe, and again, I apologize if I am interrupting.” Her smile was sheepish, but she went on, “Has something in particular brought you to the temple today?
Staring was something she had always been aware of, but didn't give much thought. Selene had been beautiful her whole life, so her mother had always told her that people like to look at pretty things. Much like the statues within the temples, her duty was to let them look. Her features delicate but perfect, eyes bright and focused, it was not unusual for her to find herself the subject of a gaze or two.
But, for the most part, people left her alone. They were mostly too nervous to speak with her, giving her peace. The nobles were used to it, but more common folks treated her like art.
Eyes closed, focused on the way her heart was racing, she didn't notice that she had been joined. Eyes fluttering open at the greeting, Selene allowed her eyes to focus on the delicate form in front of her. Her dress signified her position as a priestess, the opaque fabric hugging her curves as a tribute to the goddess. It wasn't something that she frowned upon, for her kingdom embraced the idea of the goddess. And while Selene has chosen a chaste life for herself, to make her more appealing to a Prince, she did not judge those who found themselves in the service. In fact, she almost envied the certainty of their duty.
She wished she felt so compelled.
With a smile, Selene allowed her head to dip graciously, cheeks pinking with the compliments on her appearance. When her head rose, she further looked at the girl in front of her. She was a beauty herself, but that was not unusual of those who worshiped Aphrodite and served her. It was the striking red hair, pulled back in a perfect knot, that caught her eyes. It was an usual color, and Selene found herself envious. Blonde was boring, no matter how white it appeared. But this girl seemed to have the personality to match.
“It is part of my daily routine.” She confessed, finally noticing that she was still holding onto the fruit she had planned on leaving. “She continues to show me favor, and I try to repay her kindness as often as I can. Both to her and her lover.” She hoped it explained the half fruit.
“I usually do not linger, but I had hoped that she would clear my head.” With another smile, she shifting slightly on the bench, inviting the girl to join her in her prayers.
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Staring was something she had always been aware of, but didn't give much thought. Selene had been beautiful her whole life, so her mother had always told her that people like to look at pretty things. Much like the statues within the temples, her duty was to let them look. Her features delicate but perfect, eyes bright and focused, it was not unusual for her to find herself the subject of a gaze or two.
But, for the most part, people left her alone. They were mostly too nervous to speak with her, giving her peace. The nobles were used to it, but more common folks treated her like art.
Eyes closed, focused on the way her heart was racing, she didn't notice that she had been joined. Eyes fluttering open at the greeting, Selene allowed her eyes to focus on the delicate form in front of her. Her dress signified her position as a priestess, the opaque fabric hugging her curves as a tribute to the goddess. It wasn't something that she frowned upon, for her kingdom embraced the idea of the goddess. And while Selene has chosen a chaste life for herself, to make her more appealing to a Prince, she did not judge those who found themselves in the service. In fact, she almost envied the certainty of their duty.
She wished she felt so compelled.
With a smile, Selene allowed her head to dip graciously, cheeks pinking with the compliments on her appearance. When her head rose, she further looked at the girl in front of her. She was a beauty herself, but that was not unusual of those who worshiped Aphrodite and served her. It was the striking red hair, pulled back in a perfect knot, that caught her eyes. It was an usual color, and Selene found herself envious. Blonde was boring, no matter how white it appeared. But this girl seemed to have the personality to match.
“It is part of my daily routine.” She confessed, finally noticing that she was still holding onto the fruit she had planned on leaving. “She continues to show me favor, and I try to repay her kindness as often as I can. Both to her and her lover.” She hoped it explained the half fruit.
“I usually do not linger, but I had hoped that she would clear my head.” With another smile, she shifting slightly on the bench, inviting the girl to join her in her prayers.
Staring was something she had always been aware of, but didn't give much thought. Selene had been beautiful her whole life, so her mother had always told her that people like to look at pretty things. Much like the statues within the temples, her duty was to let them look. Her features delicate but perfect, eyes bright and focused, it was not unusual for her to find herself the subject of a gaze or two.
But, for the most part, people left her alone. They were mostly too nervous to speak with her, giving her peace. The nobles were used to it, but more common folks treated her like art.
Eyes closed, focused on the way her heart was racing, she didn't notice that she had been joined. Eyes fluttering open at the greeting, Selene allowed her eyes to focus on the delicate form in front of her. Her dress signified her position as a priestess, the opaque fabric hugging her curves as a tribute to the goddess. It wasn't something that she frowned upon, for her kingdom embraced the idea of the goddess. And while Selene has chosen a chaste life for herself, to make her more appealing to a Prince, she did not judge those who found themselves in the service. In fact, she almost envied the certainty of their duty.
She wished she felt so compelled.
With a smile, Selene allowed her head to dip graciously, cheeks pinking with the compliments on her appearance. When her head rose, she further looked at the girl in front of her. She was a beauty herself, but that was not unusual of those who worshiped Aphrodite and served her. It was the striking red hair, pulled back in a perfect knot, that caught her eyes. It was an usual color, and Selene found herself envious. Blonde was boring, no matter how white it appeared. But this girl seemed to have the personality to match.
“It is part of my daily routine.” She confessed, finally noticing that she was still holding onto the fruit she had planned on leaving. “She continues to show me favor, and I try to repay her kindness as often as I can. Both to her and her lover.” She hoped it explained the half fruit.
“I usually do not linger, but I had hoped that she would clear my head.” With another smile, she shifting slightly on the bench, inviting the girl to join her in her prayers.
Euterpe took the seat she was offered, tucking her skirt neatly around her legs. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before,” she said, angling herself so she could face the lady better. “I’m certain I would remember you if I had,” she added with a grin. “Then again, I am not usually here so early. My normal duties are conducted elsewhere, and typically later in the day.” The next smile she offered was mischievous, but there was no shame in her admission. The priestess loved her job, and besides, it wasn’t like she was a common brothel whore. Though, even if she was, they touched Aphrodite in their own way. Sex and sensuality were things that ought to be celebrated, not shunned.
The woman went on to explain her reasoning for her daily visits, and Euterpe nodded thoughtfully in response. Indeed, the beauty who sat next to her had been shown an undoubted amount of favor by Aphrodite, so of course, she would come to pay her respects. Even if the priestess was devout for different reasons, she could easily understand that. Truthfully, she was a bit envious. While Euterpe never doubted her own beauty, this woman was just… surely the gods must have wept when they created her.
I usually do not linger, but I had hoped that she would clear my head.
At that, Euterpe’s interest was further piqued, her head tilting to the side. “My experience is she will often only cloud it further,” the priestess said with a laugh, the sound fading to a lopsided grin. “Matters of the heart are rarely simple, and she seems to enjoy her bit of mischief.”
Eyeing the halved pomegranate in her hand for a moment, her gaze quickly returned to Selene’s face. “But perhaps I might be able to help? Even if it turns out I have no advice to offer, sometimes hearing your own words spoken aloud can provide some clarity, if nothing else.” She hastened to add, “Only if you’re comfortable, of course. I’m always happy to listen.”
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Euterpe took the seat she was offered, tucking her skirt neatly around her legs. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before,” she said, angling herself so she could face the lady better. “I’m certain I would remember you if I had,” she added with a grin. “Then again, I am not usually here so early. My normal duties are conducted elsewhere, and typically later in the day.” The next smile she offered was mischievous, but there was no shame in her admission. The priestess loved her job, and besides, it wasn’t like she was a common brothel whore. Though, even if she was, they touched Aphrodite in their own way. Sex and sensuality were things that ought to be celebrated, not shunned.
The woman went on to explain her reasoning for her daily visits, and Euterpe nodded thoughtfully in response. Indeed, the beauty who sat next to her had been shown an undoubted amount of favor by Aphrodite, so of course, she would come to pay her respects. Even if the priestess was devout for different reasons, she could easily understand that. Truthfully, she was a bit envious. While Euterpe never doubted her own beauty, this woman was just… surely the gods must have wept when they created her.
I usually do not linger, but I had hoped that she would clear my head.
At that, Euterpe’s interest was further piqued, her head tilting to the side. “My experience is she will often only cloud it further,” the priestess said with a laugh, the sound fading to a lopsided grin. “Matters of the heart are rarely simple, and she seems to enjoy her bit of mischief.”
Eyeing the halved pomegranate in her hand for a moment, her gaze quickly returned to Selene’s face. “But perhaps I might be able to help? Even if it turns out I have no advice to offer, sometimes hearing your own words spoken aloud can provide some clarity, if nothing else.” She hastened to add, “Only if you’re comfortable, of course. I’m always happy to listen.”
Euterpe took the seat she was offered, tucking her skirt neatly around her legs. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen you before,” she said, angling herself so she could face the lady better. “I’m certain I would remember you if I had,” she added with a grin. “Then again, I am not usually here so early. My normal duties are conducted elsewhere, and typically later in the day.” The next smile she offered was mischievous, but there was no shame in her admission. The priestess loved her job, and besides, it wasn’t like she was a common brothel whore. Though, even if she was, they touched Aphrodite in their own way. Sex and sensuality were things that ought to be celebrated, not shunned.
The woman went on to explain her reasoning for her daily visits, and Euterpe nodded thoughtfully in response. Indeed, the beauty who sat next to her had been shown an undoubted amount of favor by Aphrodite, so of course, she would come to pay her respects. Even if the priestess was devout for different reasons, she could easily understand that. Truthfully, she was a bit envious. While Euterpe never doubted her own beauty, this woman was just… surely the gods must have wept when they created her.
I usually do not linger, but I had hoped that she would clear my head.
At that, Euterpe’s interest was further piqued, her head tilting to the side. “My experience is she will often only cloud it further,” the priestess said with a laugh, the sound fading to a lopsided grin. “Matters of the heart are rarely simple, and she seems to enjoy her bit of mischief.”
Eyeing the halved pomegranate in her hand for a moment, her gaze quickly returned to Selene’s face. “But perhaps I might be able to help? Even if it turns out I have no advice to offer, sometimes hearing your own words spoken aloud can provide some clarity, if nothing else.” She hastened to add, “Only if you’re comfortable, of course. I’m always happy to listen.”
Selene’s cheeks flushed a bit at the comment, about thinking that she would have been remembered. In a community of normally dark haired people, it wasn’t truly surprising that she was known to stick out. But it was more that another woman made a point to not only complement her, but to note how much she would have stuck with her was a bit humbling. Even if it was just for her looks, which she tried not to take too much importance in, it was still something that made her pinken a bit.
And they pinkened further with her comment of her usual duties.
“I am used to the quiet in the mornings. I still prefer the early hours, as my own purpose for being here is not as…” she tried to form the words, “Physical.” He wondered if her own lack of knowledge on the topic was apparent. It wasn’t as if she had much experience in that area, not as the woman in front of her must have. And she wasn’t at all ashamed of that fact-- her chastity was something she would give to her husband. There would be no doubts that a child she might bear would be sired by her husband. But the smile made her giggle gently, admiring how openly she seemed to accept her duty.
While Selene was chaste, there was no judgment for those who weren’t. As a believer in Aphrodite, she was a bit envious of those who could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh without concern of what it meant for them. The Leventi hadn’t wanted to disappoint her parents, hadn’t wanted to become a burden to them. And with that, she had to make sure she was as worthy of a high marriage as possible. But there were times she wondered what it would be like to be as free as the girl in front of her.
What would her life have been like if she hadn’t been born a Leventi?
The girl sat down with her, offering her a chance to speak her mind. There was a moment where she thought of denying her offer, of politely moving onto another topic. But this was a matter of the heart, and this woman made her life’s work that of the goddess who protected and valued that. Perhaps she would regret this, but for now, it felt right to talk. And it wasn’t with her family, who had their own matters.
“I am newly betrothed.” She confessed, hoping that would give a bit of detail as to why her mind was so occupied. “And while I have known him for a while, the intimate connection is starting to form. And with it, feelings are stirring. And yet, there is little to be done about it. War is on the horizon and his honor insists on boundaries.” Her cheeks were pink, as they usually were when speaking on topics like this, “Aphrodite is my goddess, and in her I know there is more to be found in the sexual acts. And that there should be no shame in it. And yet, I find myself selfishly wishing he would let his honor down so that we may both be left with something more.”
Her hand was knotting her skirts, her frustration obvious. “I am anxious for the marriage bed, I suppose. And hope that prayer will lessen it.” And with that, she let out a bubble of laughter, knowing how silly that hope was. “Fat lot it will do.”
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Selene’s cheeks flushed a bit at the comment, about thinking that she would have been remembered. In a community of normally dark haired people, it wasn’t truly surprising that she was known to stick out. But it was more that another woman made a point to not only complement her, but to note how much she would have stuck with her was a bit humbling. Even if it was just for her looks, which she tried not to take too much importance in, it was still something that made her pinken a bit.
And they pinkened further with her comment of her usual duties.
“I am used to the quiet in the mornings. I still prefer the early hours, as my own purpose for being here is not as…” she tried to form the words, “Physical.” He wondered if her own lack of knowledge on the topic was apparent. It wasn’t as if she had much experience in that area, not as the woman in front of her must have. And she wasn’t at all ashamed of that fact-- her chastity was something she would give to her husband. There would be no doubts that a child she might bear would be sired by her husband. But the smile made her giggle gently, admiring how openly she seemed to accept her duty.
While Selene was chaste, there was no judgment for those who weren’t. As a believer in Aphrodite, she was a bit envious of those who could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh without concern of what it meant for them. The Leventi hadn’t wanted to disappoint her parents, hadn’t wanted to become a burden to them. And with that, she had to make sure she was as worthy of a high marriage as possible. But there were times she wondered what it would be like to be as free as the girl in front of her.
What would her life have been like if she hadn’t been born a Leventi?
The girl sat down with her, offering her a chance to speak her mind. There was a moment where she thought of denying her offer, of politely moving onto another topic. But this was a matter of the heart, and this woman made her life’s work that of the goddess who protected and valued that. Perhaps she would regret this, but for now, it felt right to talk. And it wasn’t with her family, who had their own matters.
“I am newly betrothed.” She confessed, hoping that would give a bit of detail as to why her mind was so occupied. “And while I have known him for a while, the intimate connection is starting to form. And with it, feelings are stirring. And yet, there is little to be done about it. War is on the horizon and his honor insists on boundaries.” Her cheeks were pink, as they usually were when speaking on topics like this, “Aphrodite is my goddess, and in her I know there is more to be found in the sexual acts. And that there should be no shame in it. And yet, I find myself selfishly wishing he would let his honor down so that we may both be left with something more.”
Her hand was knotting her skirts, her frustration obvious. “I am anxious for the marriage bed, I suppose. And hope that prayer will lessen it.” And with that, she let out a bubble of laughter, knowing how silly that hope was. “Fat lot it will do.”
Selene’s cheeks flushed a bit at the comment, about thinking that she would have been remembered. In a community of normally dark haired people, it wasn’t truly surprising that she was known to stick out. But it was more that another woman made a point to not only complement her, but to note how much she would have stuck with her was a bit humbling. Even if it was just for her looks, which she tried not to take too much importance in, it was still something that made her pinken a bit.
And they pinkened further with her comment of her usual duties.
“I am used to the quiet in the mornings. I still prefer the early hours, as my own purpose for being here is not as…” she tried to form the words, “Physical.” He wondered if her own lack of knowledge on the topic was apparent. It wasn’t as if she had much experience in that area, not as the woman in front of her must have. And she wasn’t at all ashamed of that fact-- her chastity was something she would give to her husband. There would be no doubts that a child she might bear would be sired by her husband. But the smile made her giggle gently, admiring how openly she seemed to accept her duty.
While Selene was chaste, there was no judgment for those who weren’t. As a believer in Aphrodite, she was a bit envious of those who could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh without concern of what it meant for them. The Leventi hadn’t wanted to disappoint her parents, hadn’t wanted to become a burden to them. And with that, she had to make sure she was as worthy of a high marriage as possible. But there were times she wondered what it would be like to be as free as the girl in front of her.
What would her life have been like if she hadn’t been born a Leventi?
The girl sat down with her, offering her a chance to speak her mind. There was a moment where she thought of denying her offer, of politely moving onto another topic. But this was a matter of the heart, and this woman made her life’s work that of the goddess who protected and valued that. Perhaps she would regret this, but for now, it felt right to talk. And it wasn’t with her family, who had their own matters.
“I am newly betrothed.” She confessed, hoping that would give a bit of detail as to why her mind was so occupied. “And while I have known him for a while, the intimate connection is starting to form. And with it, feelings are stirring. And yet, there is little to be done about it. War is on the horizon and his honor insists on boundaries.” Her cheeks were pink, as they usually were when speaking on topics like this, “Aphrodite is my goddess, and in her I know there is more to be found in the sexual acts. And that there should be no shame in it. And yet, I find myself selfishly wishing he would let his honor down so that we may both be left with something more.”
Her hand was knotting her skirts, her frustration obvious. “I am anxious for the marriage bed, I suppose. And hope that prayer will lessen it.” And with that, she let out a bubble of laughter, knowing how silly that hope was. “Fat lot it will do.”
I am newly betrothed.
Ah, well that certainly explained a lot; no wonder her thoughts were so addled. There was little that could scatter someone’s thoughts and reservations to the wind quite like the beginning of a new partnership, particularly one meant for life. Was it a lack of love or unbalanced affection that troubled her so? Simple nerves? As the woman continued to speak, Euterpe understood her predicament a bit better. Of course, it all made sense now—propriety, chastity, honor… gods, but the priestess was glad she had little cause to worry over such things.
“If I were to give simple and uninhibited advice that ignored all societal rigors and constraints, I would tell you to just do it,” she said with the hint of a laugh. “Tell him everything, and let the moment take you where it may. Though, unfortunately, I know life is not so simple, especially for someone of your class. I assume you are noble, anyway… I never did catch your name, my lady…?” She trailed off in question, waiting for an answer before she went on.
“It is always an exciting moment when that spark catches, is it not?” Her smile was sweet and gentle, her face soft and open. “Rich or poor, our hearts beat the same, and love knows no distinction between noble or common. There is nothing wrong or unnatural with longing for the man you are to wed. I should think it would make a marriage easier, if there is desire involved. Many couples cannot say the same.”
The priestess lightly shook her head. “I know it must be torturous to keep away from each other if you’re bound to keep yourself chaste. Sometimes I feel it is a cruel affront to Aphrodite that we force so many of our sisters and daughters to shield their own bodies and desires. After all, how many lovers has the goddess herself taken?” Catching herself before she went off on some righteous tangent about the unfair expectations of women, she snorted. This wasn’t what the lady was here for; she needed real, practical advice, not statements of conviction. Though how could a temple courtesan truly offer the advice to stay away from the bedchamber, when she knew of the joys it held?
I am anxious for the marriage bed, I suppose. And hope that prayer will lessen it.
Euterpe laughed along with her at that. “As I said before, our goddess is a capricious sort. Pray for the lessening of lust, and she’ll likely increase it tenfold.” Clearing her throat, she considered her next piece of advice and how well it would be received. Inappropriate, maybe, but the woman had asked for advice, and the priestess was here to give it. “You know, there are… other ways that such lusts can be slaked without impugning your honor or his.” She wasn’t sure if the woman would take her meaning, elaborating a little further, “Things that can be done on your own or with him. Things that won’t result in a babe.”
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Ah, well that certainly explained a lot; no wonder her thoughts were so addled. There was little that could scatter someone’s thoughts and reservations to the wind quite like the beginning of a new partnership, particularly one meant for life. Was it a lack of love or unbalanced affection that troubled her so? Simple nerves? As the woman continued to speak, Euterpe understood her predicament a bit better. Of course, it all made sense now—propriety, chastity, honor… gods, but the priestess was glad she had little cause to worry over such things.
“If I were to give simple and uninhibited advice that ignored all societal rigors and constraints, I would tell you to just do it,” she said with the hint of a laugh. “Tell him everything, and let the moment take you where it may. Though, unfortunately, I know life is not so simple, especially for someone of your class. I assume you are noble, anyway… I never did catch your name, my lady…?” She trailed off in question, waiting for an answer before she went on.
“It is always an exciting moment when that spark catches, is it not?” Her smile was sweet and gentle, her face soft and open. “Rich or poor, our hearts beat the same, and love knows no distinction between noble or common. There is nothing wrong or unnatural with longing for the man you are to wed. I should think it would make a marriage easier, if there is desire involved. Many couples cannot say the same.”
The priestess lightly shook her head. “I know it must be torturous to keep away from each other if you’re bound to keep yourself chaste. Sometimes I feel it is a cruel affront to Aphrodite that we force so many of our sisters and daughters to shield their own bodies and desires. After all, how many lovers has the goddess herself taken?” Catching herself before she went off on some righteous tangent about the unfair expectations of women, she snorted. This wasn’t what the lady was here for; she needed real, practical advice, not statements of conviction. Though how could a temple courtesan truly offer the advice to stay away from the bedchamber, when she knew of the joys it held?
I am anxious for the marriage bed, I suppose. And hope that prayer will lessen it.
Euterpe laughed along with her at that. “As I said before, our goddess is a capricious sort. Pray for the lessening of lust, and she’ll likely increase it tenfold.” Clearing her throat, she considered her next piece of advice and how well it would be received. Inappropriate, maybe, but the woman had asked for advice, and the priestess was here to give it. “You know, there are… other ways that such lusts can be slaked without impugning your honor or his.” She wasn’t sure if the woman would take her meaning, elaborating a little further, “Things that can be done on your own or with him. Things that won’t result in a babe.”
I am newly betrothed.
Ah, well that certainly explained a lot; no wonder her thoughts were so addled. There was little that could scatter someone’s thoughts and reservations to the wind quite like the beginning of a new partnership, particularly one meant for life. Was it a lack of love or unbalanced affection that troubled her so? Simple nerves? As the woman continued to speak, Euterpe understood her predicament a bit better. Of course, it all made sense now—propriety, chastity, honor… gods, but the priestess was glad she had little cause to worry over such things.
“If I were to give simple and uninhibited advice that ignored all societal rigors and constraints, I would tell you to just do it,” she said with the hint of a laugh. “Tell him everything, and let the moment take you where it may. Though, unfortunately, I know life is not so simple, especially for someone of your class. I assume you are noble, anyway… I never did catch your name, my lady…?” She trailed off in question, waiting for an answer before she went on.
“It is always an exciting moment when that spark catches, is it not?” Her smile was sweet and gentle, her face soft and open. “Rich or poor, our hearts beat the same, and love knows no distinction between noble or common. There is nothing wrong or unnatural with longing for the man you are to wed. I should think it would make a marriage easier, if there is desire involved. Many couples cannot say the same.”
The priestess lightly shook her head. “I know it must be torturous to keep away from each other if you’re bound to keep yourself chaste. Sometimes I feel it is a cruel affront to Aphrodite that we force so many of our sisters and daughters to shield their own bodies and desires. After all, how many lovers has the goddess herself taken?” Catching herself before she went off on some righteous tangent about the unfair expectations of women, she snorted. This wasn’t what the lady was here for; she needed real, practical advice, not statements of conviction. Though how could a temple courtesan truly offer the advice to stay away from the bedchamber, when she knew of the joys it held?
I am anxious for the marriage bed, I suppose. And hope that prayer will lessen it.
Euterpe laughed along with her at that. “As I said before, our goddess is a capricious sort. Pray for the lessening of lust, and she’ll likely increase it tenfold.” Clearing her throat, she considered her next piece of advice and how well it would be received. Inappropriate, maybe, but the woman had asked for advice, and the priestess was here to give it. “You know, there are… other ways that such lusts can be slaked without impugning your honor or his.” She wasn’t sure if the woman would take her meaning, elaborating a little further, “Things that can be done on your own or with him. Things that won’t result in a babe.”
She wished it could be simple. Selene wanted nothing more than to be able to act upon the urges in which she felt so strongly. There was a need, one that she couldn’t do anything about. Pia had done so, and had even made a solid match (albeit complicated now). Perhaps even Theo had. Women did it all the time, without thinking a second thought on it.
But Selene was trying for a King, not just a prince. And that usually meant more restraint.
Perhaps she had thought she was saving herself for Zacharias, who would never make a move more than a polite kiss on the hand. And it wasn’t a surprise as to why-- he seemed to be interested in his own gender. The idea that she would find a lover didn’t seem so bad, because she would get her treat and eat it, too. When he died, she was suddenly given the chance to find real love. And perhaps that was what this was with Vangelis. She could certainly say that she felt a rush of heat whenever she was with him. And Gods, did she want him in a way she couldn’t even explain.
The suggestion to ‘just do it’ made her laugh openly, though she knew that she would never be able to do that. And yet, she couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t an appealing idea. Her cheeks flushed, realizing that she didn’t properly introduce herself. “My apologies- my name is Selene of Leventi. I am here as a guest of the Kotas family.” That was no secret, as she had been seen by the crowd disembarking from his ship on the day he was told his father was ‘dead’. She knew she was being silly with her thoughts. The woman was right-- she should be fortunately that there was a spark between her and Vangelis. Many marriages were without it, and especially marriages of her station.
To know that their marriage would have that? She truly felt blessed.
“I was set to marry another, whom I believed to simply want to wait for marriage. His death has caused me to reevaluate my own convictions to the goddess. I am most loyal to her, but I’ve wondered if there is something more I should do. Following her teachings in a more physical aspect.” Her cheeks flushed a bit, as this conversation was one she rarely had. Her cheeks immediately brightened at the mention of other ways. “He has made it very clear that he wishes to leave my sexuality and virginity intact, should he not return. He is far more concerned about my honor, though I cannot say I’m surprised by that.” She laughed a bit, feeling a bit silly for her worries.
Thought the idea of ‘on her own’ did make her eyebrow raised. “I was not aware that one could find any such satisfaction alone.” Selene wondered just how it was done, wondered if it was something she would be able to do without feeling any sort of embarrassment or shame. “I know of the ways to prevent a child after the fact, though I myself never have needed them.”
Still, she was curious about her own body, curious as to what she could learn about it.
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She wished it could be simple. Selene wanted nothing more than to be able to act upon the urges in which she felt so strongly. There was a need, one that she couldn’t do anything about. Pia had done so, and had even made a solid match (albeit complicated now). Perhaps even Theo had. Women did it all the time, without thinking a second thought on it.
But Selene was trying for a King, not just a prince. And that usually meant more restraint.
Perhaps she had thought she was saving herself for Zacharias, who would never make a move more than a polite kiss on the hand. And it wasn’t a surprise as to why-- he seemed to be interested in his own gender. The idea that she would find a lover didn’t seem so bad, because she would get her treat and eat it, too. When he died, she was suddenly given the chance to find real love. And perhaps that was what this was with Vangelis. She could certainly say that she felt a rush of heat whenever she was with him. And Gods, did she want him in a way she couldn’t even explain.
The suggestion to ‘just do it’ made her laugh openly, though she knew that she would never be able to do that. And yet, she couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t an appealing idea. Her cheeks flushed, realizing that she didn’t properly introduce herself. “My apologies- my name is Selene of Leventi. I am here as a guest of the Kotas family.” That was no secret, as she had been seen by the crowd disembarking from his ship on the day he was told his father was ‘dead’. She knew she was being silly with her thoughts. The woman was right-- she should be fortunately that there was a spark between her and Vangelis. Many marriages were without it, and especially marriages of her station.
To know that their marriage would have that? She truly felt blessed.
“I was set to marry another, whom I believed to simply want to wait for marriage. His death has caused me to reevaluate my own convictions to the goddess. I am most loyal to her, but I’ve wondered if there is something more I should do. Following her teachings in a more physical aspect.” Her cheeks flushed a bit, as this conversation was one she rarely had. Her cheeks immediately brightened at the mention of other ways. “He has made it very clear that he wishes to leave my sexuality and virginity intact, should he not return. He is far more concerned about my honor, though I cannot say I’m surprised by that.” She laughed a bit, feeling a bit silly for her worries.
Thought the idea of ‘on her own’ did make her eyebrow raised. “I was not aware that one could find any such satisfaction alone.” Selene wondered just how it was done, wondered if it was something she would be able to do without feeling any sort of embarrassment or shame. “I know of the ways to prevent a child after the fact, though I myself never have needed them.”
Still, she was curious about her own body, curious as to what she could learn about it.
She wished it could be simple. Selene wanted nothing more than to be able to act upon the urges in which she felt so strongly. There was a need, one that she couldn’t do anything about. Pia had done so, and had even made a solid match (albeit complicated now). Perhaps even Theo had. Women did it all the time, without thinking a second thought on it.
But Selene was trying for a King, not just a prince. And that usually meant more restraint.
Perhaps she had thought she was saving herself for Zacharias, who would never make a move more than a polite kiss on the hand. And it wasn’t a surprise as to why-- he seemed to be interested in his own gender. The idea that she would find a lover didn’t seem so bad, because she would get her treat and eat it, too. When he died, she was suddenly given the chance to find real love. And perhaps that was what this was with Vangelis. She could certainly say that she felt a rush of heat whenever she was with him. And Gods, did she want him in a way she couldn’t even explain.
The suggestion to ‘just do it’ made her laugh openly, though she knew that she would never be able to do that. And yet, she couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t an appealing idea. Her cheeks flushed, realizing that she didn’t properly introduce herself. “My apologies- my name is Selene of Leventi. I am here as a guest of the Kotas family.” That was no secret, as she had been seen by the crowd disembarking from his ship on the day he was told his father was ‘dead’. She knew she was being silly with her thoughts. The woman was right-- she should be fortunately that there was a spark between her and Vangelis. Many marriages were without it, and especially marriages of her station.
To know that their marriage would have that? She truly felt blessed.
“I was set to marry another, whom I believed to simply want to wait for marriage. His death has caused me to reevaluate my own convictions to the goddess. I am most loyal to her, but I’ve wondered if there is something more I should do. Following her teachings in a more physical aspect.” Her cheeks flushed a bit, as this conversation was one she rarely had. Her cheeks immediately brightened at the mention of other ways. “He has made it very clear that he wishes to leave my sexuality and virginity intact, should he not return. He is far more concerned about my honor, though I cannot say I’m surprised by that.” She laughed a bit, feeling a bit silly for her worries.
Thought the idea of ‘on her own’ did make her eyebrow raised. “I was not aware that one could find any such satisfaction alone.” Selene wondered just how it was done, wondered if it was something she would be able to do without feeling any sort of embarrassment or shame. “I know of the ways to prevent a child after the fact, though I myself never have needed them.”
Still, she was curious about her own body, curious as to what she could learn about it.
When the lady introduced herself and said who she was a guest of, Euterpe’s composure nearly slipped. While she was not overly privy to the gossip of the Court, for she did not really see a reason to be, she would have to be blind, deaf, and living under a stone not to hear of the crown prince’s recent marriage arrangements. And here she was, the lady herself, a woman purported to be blessed by Aphrodite in the magnetic beauty she possessed. The priestess should have guessed as soon as she saw her, but how could she have known?
She had already mentioned Aphrodite’s mischief more than once in this encounter, and yet here it was firsthand. Euterpe was here to advise a woman who was engaged to a man she had bedded, on ways she could slake her desire without detriment to her honor. For a moment, she thought maybe she ought to tell her, for transparency’s sake, but perhaps that was improper. It was an unspoken thing that the Harimtu did not mention their clients outside of the temple walls, even if they traded stories amongst themselves. And the Stone Prince was a man known to many of them.
But no, she kept this little tidbit to herself; it was her job, after all, but it didn’t seem right to dangle her own dalliance in front of the lady trying so hard not to fall into her own. Besides, it happened years ago, and she had not seen him again since. Perhaps Selene might have noticed the slight change on her face, but Euterpe covered it with a smile, responding simply with, “A pleasure to meet you, Lady Selene,” before falling silent once more and listening to what she had to say.
Selene went on to explain the death of her first fiancé and her devotion to the goddess. She spoke of the prince’s desire to keep her virginity intact, his concern for her honor, and Euterpe nodded thoughtfully. When the lady said she did not even know there were ways to satisfy such things on her own, even the priestess blushed. She had never… touched herself? Not even in the hormonal throes of puberty where lust and desire seemed to outweigh everything else? Truly, she was an honorable woman, indeed, or perhaps she really was so ignorant to the wonders of her own body.
Did that mean such explanations now fell to her?
While Euterpe held no shame in her own sexuality or the various manifestations love and desire could take, she wasn’t in the habit of explaining to noblewomen how to… pleasure themselves. Would Selene tell others what the priestess had told her? Would she face some sort of condemnation for it?
No, surely not. Greek noblewomen were already held to such a high standard, told to keep their own desires locked away, that she doubted Selene would be sharing such things with anyone else. Nonetheless, the priestess shifted a little nervously, her hand running over the back of her neck. Well, she had come here to give advice, hadn’t she? She couldn’t just turn her away now.
“Where it is impossible to let another give your pleasure to you, it often falls to us to take that onto ourselves,” she said, her words diplomatic enough, she thought. “And while there is much to be said for sharing that experience with someone else, it helps us learn our own bodies more thoroughly so when the time comes, you can… help your partner in a way. Direct them where you like to be touched, how hard or gentle.”
Her blush deepened for a moment, clearing her throat with a laugh. “Forgive me, my lady. My duties more often fall in demonstrating such things, rather than explaining them.” Her cheek dimpled with her smile, the blush fading as she continued to speak, “The valley between your thighs is where you’ll find the core of your desire, my lady. If it does not… shame you, you can explore it yourself and learn firsthand what it is your body wants when you feel that heat with your betrothed. If you do it on your own, it will be easier to resist the temptation to go further, but will still give you the taste of what awaits you after marriage.”
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When the lady introduced herself and said who she was a guest of, Euterpe’s composure nearly slipped. While she was not overly privy to the gossip of the Court, for she did not really see a reason to be, she would have to be blind, deaf, and living under a stone not to hear of the crown prince’s recent marriage arrangements. And here she was, the lady herself, a woman purported to be blessed by Aphrodite in the magnetic beauty she possessed. The priestess should have guessed as soon as she saw her, but how could she have known?
She had already mentioned Aphrodite’s mischief more than once in this encounter, and yet here it was firsthand. Euterpe was here to advise a woman who was engaged to a man she had bedded, on ways she could slake her desire without detriment to her honor. For a moment, she thought maybe she ought to tell her, for transparency’s sake, but perhaps that was improper. It was an unspoken thing that the Harimtu did not mention their clients outside of the temple walls, even if they traded stories amongst themselves. And the Stone Prince was a man known to many of them.
But no, she kept this little tidbit to herself; it was her job, after all, but it didn’t seem right to dangle her own dalliance in front of the lady trying so hard not to fall into her own. Besides, it happened years ago, and she had not seen him again since. Perhaps Selene might have noticed the slight change on her face, but Euterpe covered it with a smile, responding simply with, “A pleasure to meet you, Lady Selene,” before falling silent once more and listening to what she had to say.
Selene went on to explain the death of her first fiancé and her devotion to the goddess. She spoke of the prince’s desire to keep her virginity intact, his concern for her honor, and Euterpe nodded thoughtfully. When the lady said she did not even know there were ways to satisfy such things on her own, even the priestess blushed. She had never… touched herself? Not even in the hormonal throes of puberty where lust and desire seemed to outweigh everything else? Truly, she was an honorable woman, indeed, or perhaps she really was so ignorant to the wonders of her own body.
Did that mean such explanations now fell to her?
While Euterpe held no shame in her own sexuality or the various manifestations love and desire could take, she wasn’t in the habit of explaining to noblewomen how to… pleasure themselves. Would Selene tell others what the priestess had told her? Would she face some sort of condemnation for it?
No, surely not. Greek noblewomen were already held to such a high standard, told to keep their own desires locked away, that she doubted Selene would be sharing such things with anyone else. Nonetheless, the priestess shifted a little nervously, her hand running over the back of her neck. Well, she had come here to give advice, hadn’t she? She couldn’t just turn her away now.
“Where it is impossible to let another give your pleasure to you, it often falls to us to take that onto ourselves,” she said, her words diplomatic enough, she thought. “And while there is much to be said for sharing that experience with someone else, it helps us learn our own bodies more thoroughly so when the time comes, you can… help your partner in a way. Direct them where you like to be touched, how hard or gentle.”
Her blush deepened for a moment, clearing her throat with a laugh. “Forgive me, my lady. My duties more often fall in demonstrating such things, rather than explaining them.” Her cheek dimpled with her smile, the blush fading as she continued to speak, “The valley between your thighs is where you’ll find the core of your desire, my lady. If it does not… shame you, you can explore it yourself and learn firsthand what it is your body wants when you feel that heat with your betrothed. If you do it on your own, it will be easier to resist the temptation to go further, but will still give you the taste of what awaits you after marriage.”
When the lady introduced herself and said who she was a guest of, Euterpe’s composure nearly slipped. While she was not overly privy to the gossip of the Court, for she did not really see a reason to be, she would have to be blind, deaf, and living under a stone not to hear of the crown prince’s recent marriage arrangements. And here she was, the lady herself, a woman purported to be blessed by Aphrodite in the magnetic beauty she possessed. The priestess should have guessed as soon as she saw her, but how could she have known?
She had already mentioned Aphrodite’s mischief more than once in this encounter, and yet here it was firsthand. Euterpe was here to advise a woman who was engaged to a man she had bedded, on ways she could slake her desire without detriment to her honor. For a moment, she thought maybe she ought to tell her, for transparency’s sake, but perhaps that was improper. It was an unspoken thing that the Harimtu did not mention their clients outside of the temple walls, even if they traded stories amongst themselves. And the Stone Prince was a man known to many of them.
But no, she kept this little tidbit to herself; it was her job, after all, but it didn’t seem right to dangle her own dalliance in front of the lady trying so hard not to fall into her own. Besides, it happened years ago, and she had not seen him again since. Perhaps Selene might have noticed the slight change on her face, but Euterpe covered it with a smile, responding simply with, “A pleasure to meet you, Lady Selene,” before falling silent once more and listening to what she had to say.
Selene went on to explain the death of her first fiancé and her devotion to the goddess. She spoke of the prince’s desire to keep her virginity intact, his concern for her honor, and Euterpe nodded thoughtfully. When the lady said she did not even know there were ways to satisfy such things on her own, even the priestess blushed. She had never… touched herself? Not even in the hormonal throes of puberty where lust and desire seemed to outweigh everything else? Truly, she was an honorable woman, indeed, or perhaps she really was so ignorant to the wonders of her own body.
Did that mean such explanations now fell to her?
While Euterpe held no shame in her own sexuality or the various manifestations love and desire could take, she wasn’t in the habit of explaining to noblewomen how to… pleasure themselves. Would Selene tell others what the priestess had told her? Would she face some sort of condemnation for it?
No, surely not. Greek noblewomen were already held to such a high standard, told to keep their own desires locked away, that she doubted Selene would be sharing such things with anyone else. Nonetheless, the priestess shifted a little nervously, her hand running over the back of her neck. Well, she had come here to give advice, hadn’t she? She couldn’t just turn her away now.
“Where it is impossible to let another give your pleasure to you, it often falls to us to take that onto ourselves,” she said, her words diplomatic enough, she thought. “And while there is much to be said for sharing that experience with someone else, it helps us learn our own bodies more thoroughly so when the time comes, you can… help your partner in a way. Direct them where you like to be touched, how hard or gentle.”
Her blush deepened for a moment, clearing her throat with a laugh. “Forgive me, my lady. My duties more often fall in demonstrating such things, rather than explaining them.” Her cheek dimpled with her smile, the blush fading as she continued to speak, “The valley between your thighs is where you’ll find the core of your desire, my lady. If it does not… shame you, you can explore it yourself and learn firsthand what it is your body wants when you feel that heat with your betrothed. If you do it on your own, it will be easier to resist the temptation to go further, but will still give you the taste of what awaits you after marriage.”