Julie sighed again, rubbing her temples.
"Alright, ladies, I need this room cleared. I need to speak with Cassius alone. Privately. Without any naked asses in the background."
The maids giggled, but they quickly gathered their skirts and filed out of the room.
Portia on the other hand approached Cassius.
"Do you need Isabelle and me to service you under the table while you talk?" She asked, her eyes full of fondness. "We can keep you entertained while you listen to what they have to say."
It was a familiar routine. Cassius often got bored during discussions about estate affairs or political matters.
To keep him engaged, several of his women would hide under his desk and pleasure him while he talked.
It had become such a common occurrence that Cassius had specially commissioned a large, hollow desk just for this purpose.
But Cassius shook his head.
