The public baths, of course!

Yes, she should take herself and her growing bosom to the baths. Not only is it the perfect place to show off, it would also be a good place to find a new husband. She normally would be allowed to go on her own as a non-citizen woman. But she figured her new bust was just big enough to play pretend for now. She goes back into the house for a small towel, to dry her hair when she’s done.

She walks down to the city, a good distance away from her husband’s little homestead. She walks through the marketplace, hearing merchants yelling their prices to passersby. It almost sounded like they were having shouting matches with each other, competing to see who can have better prices. Men and women filled the streets, with children running by their mothers' side. Their mothers were trying the best to control their little kids, steering them from the merchants' stalls and the buildings that lined the streets. Helena could feel the eyes of at least some of the crowd on her. Her beautiful tan skin was dirtied by the mud, along with her dirty, tattered dress, which only made her look more like a dirty peasant than she already was. The only reason why she figured wasn’t chased out of the city was due to her bountiful chest, which could now be considered H cups in today’s world.

She struggles to navigate the crowd, bumping into many people. She bumped into another lady, who looked completely different from the rest of the crowd. She has pale skin with auburn locks. She is clearly older than Helena, with small wrinkles under her eyes and the corner of the lips. She's clad in a beautiful multiplayed dress with ruffles going down to her feet. It has many fabrics of many colors woven into it, most of them green. Of course, an open bodice displayed her massive chest, which stopped just above her hips.

When Helena ran into her, she rubbed off some mud on her dress. “Hey! Watch where you're going! I just got this dress!” The lady screamed, her new green dress now dirtied with small splotches of mud. Helena backed away from the lady, apologizing profusely.

“I’m sorry my lady, I don’t really know where I’m going, I’m was looking for the baths-“

“Yes, you look like you need to go to the baths.” The lady cut her off, staring down the dirty peasant. She noticed her ample bosom, surprised that a mere peasant had such a large bosom. Maybe, she’ll offer this young woman some kindness, and invite her to the baths with her. She'll need the company anyway.

“Very well, come!” She beckoned Helena to follow her. Helena just stood there, not realizing the lady was talking to her. “Well, are you coming, girl?” Helena sprang to her feet, walking fast beside the older lady.

She giggles at the youngster’s fast-moving feet. “Don’t worry dear, I don’t walk fast anymore.” She said motioning to her giant chest. Helena looked at the lady’s giant chest, Entranced by her vast, bouncing bosom. Her own chest wasn’t even half as big as hers.

“So dear, where do hail from? I can tell you’re not from here.”

“Oh,” shoot, Helena thinks fast, scared Penelope may report her for pretending to be a citizen, “it must be the mud, I live right outside of the city. It tends to get pretty muddy out there.”

The lady laughs, then says, “Oh, I guess that’s why I never saw you in town before. I know nearly everyone worth knowing in this city, so I suppose it makes sense. You were wandering around like a lost child!”

They both laughed together, chatting with each other until they reached the baths. A grand building held up with marble pillars and pristine brick walls. Pearly white stairs led up to the entrance, large wooden doors swung open to the public. Above the doorway, carved into the marble, a portrait painted so well it nearly brings the pantheon to life. People of all walks of life flowed in and out, from low-born commoners to well endowed nobles, all were welcome to the baths.

Helena stared at the grand building in awe. This is her first time seeing something so grand; she was glued to the spot, stunned by the building’s opulence. The lady just laughed and tapped her on the shoulder, snapping her back to her senses.

“You must really have never stepped foot in this city if you never saw the Baths of Knossos.”

Helena looks back at the lady, realizing how foolish she must look.

“O-oh, a thousand apologies my lady.”

The lady laughs at Helena’s apology, and calms her down. “Please, I’m not a ‘lady’, just an old merchant’s wife. You can call me Penelope dear.” She reaches out and gingerly guides Helena up the steps, like a babe taking her first steps. They step into the building, and Helena gets her first look into the Baths of Knossos.