She'd best be off.

You chuckle ruefully and reach out, cupping one of Tanis's lovely breasts in your hand. "Much though I would like to spend more time with you, Tanis, my purse can hardly afford it. And besides-" you give her nipple a playful pinch, and she squeals and swats your hand - "I fear I have actual duties that call now that I'm in my majority. But thank you for a wonderful time."

The Phoenician smiles and leans forward, one had resting on your prick (which starts to stiffen involuntarily). "Of course, Lord Gaius. I'm happy that I was able to provide a good birthday to you." She gives you a peck on the cheek, then crosses the room to start dressing. "Should you ever wish to employ my services again, come find me at Vita's Place, near the Forum. I enjoyed our time together, and I'd be happy for your custom." Now dressed, she crosses back to you and ruffles your hair. "Happy birthday again, my Lord." She leans down - giving you a lovely view of her tanned breasts - and gives your cock a playful tug before sashaying out of your room with a grin.

Alone, you 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.