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"I want to have someone to share things with. Someone who does not judge me for liking other women, someone to make love with and sleep close..." Tanya just sighs. "It has been months since I saw my girlfriend, I feel like her door is not opening here again."

"All the people here, and you don't have one?"

She squeezes the water out of a couple of her braids, and repositions them so they aren't still in the water. She's not in a mood for wet hair right now.

"I dont believe any girl here would be interested. I am glad they are tolerant of my homosexuality, but..." She really does not expect to meet someone to be 'close' with, no.

"I bet there are lots of girls," she says. "Or is it not the kind of thing people around here do? It doesn't matter so much at home. Slaves can't get married, so who cares what they do when their masters aren't around?"

Tanya just shakes head again. "There are lots of women here but none seem interested, and... really, if I keep asking, I will end with a slut fame. Back home, if anyone knew, it would be a scandal... everything I have accomplished until now in the war would be nothing, I would be shunned and hated."

"Why would they care?" she asks. "If you're expected to get married and have children for your family, you could do that, but have a woman on the side. It's not like you could accidentally have some other woman's child."

"It is a cultural thing. Liking people of the same gender that way is 'wrong' and 'sinful' and 'shameful'. Having more than one intimate partner too... the 'right' way is one man, one woman. Anyone who deviates from the norm is considered a freak, like a calf with two heads."

"A calf with two heads is an omen from the gods," she says with a light shrug. "And the things I've seen--well, I couldn't get married if I wanted to. Anything I could do would be outside of marriage and sinful in its way. So I don't let things like that bother me."

"A woman who is sexually attracted to other women is a sign of doom, back home. People would assume I was some kind of monster, since I was not even able to keep to the 'natural' way of one man, one woman." Tanya shrugs. "Back home, it is impossible, and here, well, there is one woman I know who likes other women, but she is in love with someone else. Nobody else, so..."

Logic. Nobody interested, she has to stay alone.

"So you can be miserable, or you can change things," she says. "Seems to me you've got a pretty girl naked in your bathtub right now--ain't that a start, chief?"

Tanya blinks.

Again.

"What?" See, she does not connect 'being naked in my bathtub' with 'being interested in doing sweet, sweet lovemaking all night long and next day and next night and....'

Nope, she does not. Too used to rejection to dare assuming anything.

"Naked," she says, drawing the word out. "Bathtub. A little bit drunk, and not unwilling, especially if you don't mind letting me stay in the room here with you."

She's got to pay her debts, after all.

It takes her a couple seconds to realize someone is offering her casual sex.

Someone very attractive. Look at her blush.

"Ah..." But of course, she is interested.

"But you," she says, "you're not naked. You might want to fix that. It's easy to fix, though."

She settles back against the tub, watching her with a smile. When you've got nothing but what you can make people give you by using your looks and charm, well...

Tanya laughs a bit, still very flushed, but starts with taking off her boots and her belt... "Well... are you sure? I am hardly that interesting anymore, the war is making me way too muscular." Ah, there is another thing, Tanya does not feel attractive.

"You say that like it's bad," she says, looking down at her own sturdy body. "There's nothing wrong with muscle. Me, I've got no use for women who don't have any. It shows they don't do anything."

Tanya blushes, nodding... she pulls off her top, revealing more of her nicely toned build. No, she is not manly muscular', just athletic, and strong. "I could never be one of those idle ladies who are rich and never have to lift a finger." She undoes her pants next, slipping them down.

"Even if you had money?" she asks, watching her. "If I were a lady, a proper one, with a lot of money, I'd... I don't know what I'd do. Get somebody to do the jobs I didn't like, and keep myself busy with the fun ones, probably."

"I like doing things... well, I don't know, really." She finishes undressing, and moves over to the tub, unplugging to let some water drain.

"Travel, maybe?" she asks. "Have horses, maybe go somewhere over the sea--I think I'd travel. Never been anywhere but Rome."

"Hmm, I traveled across the country, but I could travel I guess. Or just get myself a nice house, and settle down." She enters the large tub. "Supposing I survive the war, of course."

"You'll survive it," she says, sliding over a little to make room for her. "You live anywhere by the sea?"

"I hope to. But we might lose, and I might not have a choice in survival." Tanya selttes down near, letting out a small sigh.

"You just do your best," she says, picking up one of the soaps to start lathering whatever parts of Tanya are nearest to her. "And you'll make it home again, and you'll show everybody, eh?"

Tanya decides to not argue. Even if she has little hope of survival, there are more important things to worry about now.

Like this beautiful woman, and being touched, and not being alone...

Gaia could get used to this.

A nice, clean place to stay, a woman who doesn't think of her as a slave and probably wouldn't order her around--she seems to be attracted to Gaia, and she isn't unpleasant or unattractive herself.

So she continues with the lathering, gentle but increasingly daring.

Tanys enjoys it, the warm water, the closeness, the touch.

Daring? After a bit she will lean close and kiss Gaia. A light and tender kiss...

Gaia's not usually the light and tender type. She is hungry, forceful--the men enjoyed that about her, found it appealing. Gentleness is a new thing for her, and she isn't sure how she feels about it, but she may as well try it out and see how it goes.

So the kiss is returned, warmly.

Oh, this is just a start. As the kiss lingers, it also gets deeper and harder; Tanya 'pins' down Gaia, holding her in place.

But still kissing...

Now this is more what she's used to.

Back in more familiar territory, Tanya had best watch out or she's going to have a wrestling match on her hands. But that can certainly be enjoyable...

On Tanya does not mind that at all. If Gaia is strong and wild enough, she might even make the woman's submissive streak come to the fore. Anyway, tehre will be more wrestling, and splashing, and maybe some laughs and shivers, before they decide to move the play to the large bed.

Such a bed it is, too. Comfortable, and clean, not lumpy or filled with straw...

She is definitely strong, and the more Tanya acts like the men she has been with, the more aggressive Gaia is in return.

That is good. They will have much fun, and little sleep.

But who needs sleep, when fun is being had and is having you as well? Gaia just made a new friend... and ally.