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Influencing the Roman Senator [FM] [Oral History]

In a warm autumn of 200 BC, a young woman slipped through the streets of Rome. The cool air buzzed with life, as the proud Roman citizens were enjoying a harvest bounty. Nobody noticed a figure slip through the crowds and out to the courthouse. Here, in times of peace, a government was never settled.

Decia Grateus had been taken from her Italian homeland and raised to be a spy for the Roman empire. Her work traded hands and in the end, she proved good at it. The woman walked into the halls with no resistance. Even the city guard can’t stay away from free food.

She slipped into the bathhouse. Decia knew his routine now. This was the time to squeeze some information. Lucius Vitalus was a senator for an opposing party, one filled with a hate that would crumble Rome. A veteran of war, information couldn’t be tortured out of him. Free from his war, Decia could see he put a little weight on his muscle, and sat with his eyes closed on a marble slab in front of a firepit. The man was balding, a bit overweight, and wearing a traditional summer toga. Read more »

Vigilante Justice [FM] [Superhero] [Violence]

On the sixth floor of an old factory, a perfect hole cut out of a glass window came out, letting in a beam of moonlight. The dusty atmosphere long since abandoned, a silky smooth figure slipped through with the grace of a cat burglar. Dust coated the atmosphere. The city lights looked far away through the new porthole of an old window, and inside the shadows overwhelmed the light.

Black, custom boots walked along a steel bar that served as a rafter. It was hanging a steel cable that served as a lift for an oversized cauldron. Nimble gloves fingers ran along the steel bar. Metal shavings, no gunpowder. Beneath the hanging vat, there were around six people walking around. Electric eyes illuminated the dark. Some were carrying rifles. Some were moving boxes into vans parked inside the factory floor.

The people below couldn’t hear the person above. The person above watched them with 4x zoom, poised like a monkey on the steel bars above. The thug that she had almost drowned in the bay had told her that this was the whole base of operations. From the look of the dusty atmosphere and untouched ruin, this was just a meeting point. The figure wrapped fingers and legs to slide down the cable. Quietly. Read more »

Fresh Cream [FM] [Public] [Prostitution]

Sara was content. For the first time in her life, all the pieces seemed to fit. The sun shined through the big glass window. In a little bakery on the main street of her breezy coastal city, a young woman was kneading a large mass of dough by hand, dry with flour to the elbows. Her red ribbon hair was neatly tied back, and her body was outlined in a white, working shirt and matching white pants.

She had built this little cafe from the ground up, free from the help of her wealthy, yet distant husband. It gave her something to do. Sara had finally felt free. The glass bar showing the goods was full up, and she had hardly had a customer all day. The lazy Sunday afternoon dragged on. While rewarding to have a well off, hard working job, it sure wasn’t the most profitable business around. After a major fight with her husband, Sara had sworn to never use his money to help the business. It was her way or no way at all. Unfortunately it wasn’t long before she realized that bakeries were either serious, client driven businesses, or fluff pieces, fueled by outside money to keep housewives occupied. Read more »