Now that he was on his own, he could truly test his skills in the real world and earn a living for himself. The woman he was speaking to was standing in the corner with her back to him, slowly undressing and finger-combing her dirty-blonde hair. Arcadias was waiting for her to be comfortable before asking about where she had come from, but just from the look on her face, he knew that her homeland trailed behind the Roman Empire in architecture, beauty, and civil engineering. Having reached the pier, Arcadias watched as a ship entered the harbor and was tied up to the dock. He stopped kissing her and dragged his tongue up the side of one of her breasts, causing her to hum softly. Arcadias watched Ella dress and undress half-a-dozen times as she tried on all of the outfits he had bought her, and frankly, her body is even more beautiful than her face.
