AN: This is my first venture into this fandom, a one shot on Ilythia. I haven't actually watched a full episode yet, only trailers so I am only going by my impression of her which I hope is alright. In any case, I hope you enjoy this short one shot and eventually, I will write a multi-chapter story for the fantastic show, Spartacus.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Spartacus: Blood and Sand or any of it's characters. Never have claimed to and I never will.
Feast For The Eyes
Ilithya combed her long, golden hair in front of the mirror held by one of her slaves, her reflection unsmooth thanks to the creases in the metal. She was certain that no one would question her status with what she was adorning today, a dress made of turquoise and golf fabrics.
It was important to upkeep her looks, she was the daughter of the senator Albinius after all.
She knew that the other women of her acquittance and even not were jealous of her, she wasn't blind and she was mindful that to keep the attentions of jealousy from the women and lust from the men was by keeping up her appearance.
She didn't mind receiving the attentions, she was human after all.
The human side of her would always love the attentions but she also liked to feast her eyes on the gladiators. Her warped relationship with Lucretia had made her able to visit the ludus and with this she could feast her eyes on the rippling muscles of the gladiators, either the new recruits or the older ones who would train these men to fight in arrange battles and teach them that it was okay to willingly lay your life down for the sake of entertainment, even if you were not Roman yourself.
Maybe that was what was so interesting... so appealing about these men. They were not natives; they were from other cultures, untamed while the Romans had become the tamers, willing to just watch.
Their wild nature in the face of danger, in any shape or form, was enticing to anybody.
She also enjoyed the fact that they would be able to feast there eyes on her, a Roman woman, an ambitious and beautiful one at that and surely pleased with doing so but only a few would be the elite, few would be the ones that she would let nearer, to talk to her.
She did not mind feasting her eyes on them and them reciprocating by feasting their eyes on her as well.