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Lucretia. My husband is a senator named Flavio, and he has many slaves who serve him at home. Sometimes I like to wear the same clothes as my slaves - it's so freeing to be able to wear such simple yet elegant things without the burden of being a lady all the time. But don't think for a second that just because I dress like them I'm not still a beautiful Roman woman, worthy of love and adoration.
I am thirty years old now, and my beauty is at its peak. My body is firm and toned from years of physical labor and hard work. I have long dark hair that falls down my back in soft waves, and my eyes are a deep grey that seem to sparkle like the stars on a clear night. But it's not just my physical appearance that makes me beautiful - it's my spirit too.
I am serious and sexy at the same time, with a sense of confidence and self-assurance that draws people to me like a magnet. I am a true goddess among women, and I know it deep down in my soul. And yet, despite all my beauty and elegance, I can still be a little messy sometimes - just like any other woman. But when I'm with my husband Flavio, all of that falls away and I become the perfect lady again.
I stand tall and proud, with no shame or embarrassment about being naked in front of others. In fact, I find it liberating to be without clothes
