A favor returned to her.

You smile at Tanis. "The only request I have for you is that you...stay here a little while longer and let me return a tiny part of the services you've given me for the last night. I'm sure you've gone above and beyond what we paid." Tanis cocks her head, then yelps in surprise as you roughly but playfully push her back on the couch and begin your work.

The Phoenician whore moans as you lick and nibble on her breasts and nipples. "Ah! Lord Gaius, this is quite...unexpected." She sighs, relaxing as you move lower, leaving her dark areolas for her tanned belly and proceeding downward. "But certainly not...hmmm, unwelcome."

You find her pussy and begin to lap at it eagerly. Tanis stretches, luxuriating, as you sample her flavor. Her pussy tastes delightful - tangy and sweet at the same time. You spread her lips and dive in, pushing into her with your tongue and licking every part of her that you can get at. You spend some time and attention on her clit, and Tanis gasps, legs involuntarily twitching inward as though to hold you in place. You grin up at her, then add a finger to the mix, slipping it inside her as you continue to suck and lick her clitoris. Tanis moans as you stroke her, legs finally squeezing you around your shoulders, and she holds you there as she tips her head back and lets out a throaty groan. Her gasps get louder and higher, and within a few minutes, her whole body quivers in orgasm.

You roll back from Tanis as she catches her breath, still shaking slightly, and sits up gingerly. "Well, Lord Gaius. You certainly are...full of surprises! It is rare indeed that one of my clients offers ME such service. And certainly not as thanks..." She smirks at you, and leans forward to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. You perch yourself on the edge of the couch as she crosses to retrieve her garment and puts it on. "Pleasant though that was, if you have no further need of my services, I must be off. Time is, after all, money, you know. Should you ever need me again, you can find me at Vita's Place, near the Forum. I would be more than happy to serve you." She crosses back to you and cups your cheek in one hand as she leans down (conveniently giving you a look down your dress) and grins. "Thank you, and happy birthday again." She playfully bites your nose, then sashays out of the living room, somehow making her hips twitch sexily with every step she takes.

Alone, you grin, sigh, stretch, 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.