Judith, the brunette.

You approach the woman with long, dark hair, and she grins up at you. "{if Judith = 2}Well, well, well. Aren't you a fine Roman man? My name's Judith. {endif}Am I the flavor you're in the mood for today, sir?"

You grin back and lean down, nudging aside the garment that she's arranged to just barely cover her large breasts. You playfully roll her nipple between your thumb and forefinger and she makes a little hum of satisfaction, leaning toward you. "You're a saucy one, Judith. Yes, let's go."

She winks at you. "Sure thing, boss." Standing (and not bothering to tuck her breast away), she leads you through the door at the back of the foyer and up some stairs. The inner portion of this villa, surrounding the courtyard, is full of rooms - each presumably occupied by, or at least for the use of, a different whore. Judith brings you to a room at the top of the stairs on the second floor, facing the street. You head in and remove your toga while she closes the door. When you turn around, Judith is giving you an approving look, and she moves forward to grasp your rod. "My, my. What a lovely instrument!" She gives you a quick, firm tug, bringing it more to attention than before, and chuckles. "So, sir..." She presses herself up against you, bare breasts on your naked chest. "What'll it be?"