"The Lake Ostia District."

Initially, she lived in an apartment by the docks until something could be arranged and when it was, she was oh so excited to move into the villa in the Avenue of Coins. Certainly, the sizable investment she had made in the cities banks to procure such an estate was worth it, when she saw the massive villa on its sprawling lot, near the lake. She settled in immediately with her seven house girls, one kajirus taken from the city prison, her handmaiden mara, her first girl and assistant trainer ashley, a barbarian girl in training, and another slave, who was in a crate, and whose name she had forgotten, along with which room of the 72 in the villa they had put her in during the unpacking. Oh well.

Just as soon as she moved in she began to explore the city, its beautiful artist’s districts, its illustrious singer the lady Persephany, who she had over immediately with her companion Valentin. But soon after she began to hear the rumors, and then being Ostia, began to dig for them herself. It seemed the bohemians in the gardens were set on controlling the guards at the toll road, possibly through wine and music and drugs and sex, and seeing as how there was little or no sight of the tenants to the north, she was suspicious that something must be afoot. Meanwhile, the homeowners association began to look to Ostia for guidance with their schemes. You see the Avenue of Coins, or as Ostia was beginning to refer to it, the Lake Ostia District, was a mere 50 wealthy families who were used to running things in Port Cos before the troubles began. They were insanely upset about the problems lately, as every upheaval seemed to hurt their estates and holdings, making it harder to employ the peasantry who they allowed to stream through the checkpoint gates in the mornings, do the menial labor during the day, and then deport every night in long lines at the city walls. They insist that Ostia help them to expand their estates, and clean out the beatniks who in the south east so they could open more checkpoints to the city and not coincidentally, gain control over the real estate.

“The red one mara!” Ostia called from the vanity to the spacious closet where mara was getting lost. “I have to look just right from far away! at the naming ceremony!” Earlier in the hand members of the bankers caste had come to the garden district and insisted that the squatters there either pay vacate or be evicted. Ostia had made sure the areas tribune was paid off handsomely to represent her in what would be known as “Tarsks West” A tribute to the Avenue of Coins old name. “The Lake Ostia District.” She sighed, and smiled into her massive vanity mirror. She pursed her lips, turning the beauty mark side of her face to the mirror, gave herself a sultry look, and then hurried to get dressed for the ribbon cutting.