It would be best to begin your day.

"I'm afraid I must be off," you say regretfully, planting a lingering kiss on Camilla's full lips. "But I thank you for what was an amazing night. Or at least...what I can remember of it was!"

Camilla laughs and gives you a quick peck on the lips before rolling off the bed. "Of course, Lord Gaius. It was a pleasure to meet you...and all of your friends." She chuckles lightly. "Very enthusiastic young men. I'll not use up your hospitality any longer. But...should you wish to call on me again, I invite you to do so. My home is not far from the Forum, and there is a white rose above the door."

Your eyebrow quirks upward. That's a nice neighborhood for a courtesan...Peterax may be better connected than you'd realized. Still, it is good to know that you at least didn't embarrass yourself enough last night for her to want nothing to do with you. Camilla finishes dressing (which she somehow makes nearly as enticing as undressing) and pins her hair up in a simple, if somewhat disheveled, bun. Turning back to you, she gives you a regal bow - from the way she carries herself, you'd never guess her lips were around your cock just a few minutes ago.

"Adieu, Lord Gaius. And happy birthday again," she says formally, before leaving your room.

Sighing (it would have been nice to continue) you get up, stretch, then cross to the balcony and pull back the curtain, stepping out onto the roof of your home's first story. Below you, Rome is already abuzz. Your home stands on the slopes of one the Quirinal Hill; not in the center of town by any means, but it's still a part of the old city. You idly splash some water on your face from a jug nearby to clear your eyes, and consider the day before you. As a nobleman, even a minor one, in your majority, you don't have many urgent duties pressing on you; your family fortune is enough to sustain your day-to-day living, even if you would like to have more coin for lavish expenses, like your birthday party. But you're a young man of ambition, and in your heart you hope to climb to the very top of Rome's social order.

The question is...where to begin that step.