Chapter Six
The trader was a short man who seemed to have a professional twinkle in his eye. He was shown in to the reception room and came straight towards Tibullus, who was waiting together with his father and a number of slaves.
“Well now, are you the young man?” he asked. “Oh yes, you look a red-bloodied young Roman citizen!” He winked. “What I have for you is going to have your wildest desires brought true. Ho ho, take a look at this young man!”
Two slaves followed him in, carrying the love-chair, though at first it looked like something for reclining on. When they put it down it was almost flat, though with a kink in the middle with an axle running through, towards which it sloped downwards from each end. There were short legs holding it off the floor. There were arm rests along b
