A pander.
"I knew that a young fellow was always visiting her bedroom and I longed to catch a glimpse of his features; unfortunately, the blinkers that I wore for my work at the mill prevented this. But for them, I felt sure that I should have been able to catch the whore at her tricks. A nasty old woman acted as her confidante and go-between and the two were inseparable. As soon as breakfast was over they would drink flagons of untempered wine, as if for a bet, and their one topic of conversation was how to cheat the poor baker."
Apuleius, The Golden Ass, 2nd Century A.D.
[translated by Robert Graves].
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