Ife, the fiery one.

You approach the exotic-looking third woman. She's got close-cropped hair, dark skin and eyes, and a muscular build. "{if Ife=2}Greetings, sir," she says in strangely accented Latin as you approach. "I am called Ife. {endif}Would you have my service today?" she inquires.

You smile. "I surely would, Ife. Lead the way."

Ife nods silently and stands, taking your hand and leading you back into the interior of the building. She takes you around the courtyard, passing a number of closed doors (through some of which you can hear the sound of moans or slapping flesh) before arriving at one in the far back corner. Inside, the space is quiet and dimly lit by oil lamps; the building is clearly butting up against another one on this side, because there's no window. Ife closes the door behind her, and you watch the flicking light dance over her skin; it's an alluring, almost romantic glow. She bows her head slightly to you, and gestures to bed. With a shrug, you pull your toga off and sit on the edge of the bed.

"How may I serve you today?" Ife asks. You smile and take her in: muscular, but with well developed hips and ass, and breasts that look firm and round - a good handful, on the large side but not extraordinary. You open your mouth...