To the right

As much as you'd like to fill your pouch with the owners jewels, you are far to smart to ignore movement to your rear. The familiar grip of your gladius fills your hand before you start moving as silently as possible with your hard-soled sandals and bulky armor down the hall to your right.

Pausing at the door to listen you hear the faint hushed voice from inside. The raucous laughter and cries coming from below make it impossible to make out the words, but it sounds like a woman's voice. You lick your lips in anticipation, and test the door.

The door has no locking mechanism and the handle turns freely, but the door stops after opening only an inch. It feels like a piece of furniture has been placed against the door. Putting your shoulder to the door you straighten your legs with a grunt and push the door open more than a foot. You can see now that a large bed has been moved against the door, one more push and you have enough of a gap to slide into the room. A preliminary look reveals no one waiting to smash you head in with a hammer so turning your slim body sideways you slide through the narrow gap into the room.

At first glance the rectangular room seems empty. It is a fairly large room, maybe fifteen by twenty feet and in addition to the double bed against the door there is a small table and two couches by the window. You can just see part of a delicate foot sticking out from behind one of the couches. There is a small door on the wall to your right and a large cabinet to your left. It is easy to see from the marks on the floor that the bed usually must rest against the left wall. Ignoring the attractive foot behind the couch for now, you move into the room and slide the bed back against the door effectively locking you in with whoever is in the room. The bed is not easy to move and you wonder if one of the people hiding in the room could be a man. Not that it matters much you decide, most of the citizens that you saw on the wall fought like women anyways.

Three strides take you to the closed door. Opening the door reveals a small washroom with a tall dark haired woman kneeling in the center of the tiled floor. She is dressed in a very short belted tunic that displays her charms perfectly. The tunic's deep V in front displays a lovely glimpse of her full bosom and the tunic covers almost none of her tanned legs. As you enter the room she pulls her hands from between her legs and the smell of her sex fills the room, seeing your confused look she explains:

"If you knew you were about to be ****, wouldn't you try to make it easy on yourself?" Makes sense, you guess. As you lift her to her feet and lead her back to the bed, you assess your captive, her hair is braided into a thick rope that hangs past her belt, unbraided it would cover her whole back and probably reach her fine ass. Her breasts are big too and they jiggle nicely as you lead her to the bed.

"Stay here." You tell her as you push her face into the mattress. The foot that had been peeking from behind the couch was no longer visible, but there are few other places to hide. Walking to the couch you peer over the top and see a small blonde crouching behind. Her face looks almost childish, but the lush curves under her tunic make it clear she is a woman. Without a word she walks to the bed and joins the tall woman lying face down with her legs spread wide and her feet just touching the floor. This woman's tunic is as short as the other's and it too was cut to attract attention, not for modesty. These two must be slaves dressed the way they are. Both slaves are beautiful, and what a contrast between the two women, one dark and tall, the other blonde and tiny - probably not even five feet tall.

Your cock is tight in your armor, throbbing with need. You can start with these two or you can search the cabinet to see if you can find any more slaves to add to the bed.