I would say it depends on her class. One cannot expect the garb of a mule slave to have enough fiber left to support her on the cross nor would they be of any commercial value... burn them and kill the lice.
A house slave should be trained well enough she would not have worn anything to her crucifixion so moot point.
A woman of some stature... what should we do???
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In her cell, Flavia was chain naked to the wall. The black.cell was getting brighter. At first, she thought the sun might be rising inside her prison, but, as her eyes focused, she realized it was the light of a torch. A torch held by lady Brutus.
"Hello dear, so good to see you." Flavia became accutely aware of her body. She had been raped and abused by soldiers and prison guards and every kind of.man imaginable, yet she never felt more expose before them as she felt in front of her enemy, who wore a fine blue silk robe adorned with a golden fringe that Glacial knew well.
"I see you're admiring my new clothes. They look better on me than you, and anyways, you look fine the way you are, although I never knew you had such an unkept bush."
Tears started to swell up in Flavia's eyes as she tried to turn her body as much as her chain spread legs would allow, which made her enemy laugh. "Get out" she croaked.
So you have some modesty left. That will make for a very entertaing morning tommorrow. I'll be there in your Sicilian dress, a not more than six seats away from Caeser himself. You might have been theirbyourself, if you had not been accusers of murdering your noble husband."
Flavia glared at the woman, who was rubbing a golden Celtic bracelet given to Glacial on her wedding day by her husband. "It was you."
"Don't be ridiculous. Why should I have to get my hands dirty when I can easily pay an artisan to get his and your hands dirty. And speaking of dirty, are they going to give you a bath beforehand."
Lady Brutus waved her hand in front of her nose and wrinkled her face.
"Leave me. Go celebrate your.triumphant elsewhere," yelled Flavia, with tears of rage.streaming down her face now.
"As you wish dear. This place is wholly unattractive. I would not have dreamed of visiting this place ifbyoubwere not here. So, on the morrow. And really, have them at least throw.some water on your Cunt. Your not even blond anymore down there." And with that last insult and a smirk, Lady Brutus left the condemned women, naked, chained, exposed, and alone, in darkness.