"Your Highness, where are you off to at such an hour?" One of Marcus's advisers asks as I ask him to fetch me a carriage.
"Do I need to give you a reason Maximus?" I look at him with a scowl, hating that he wants to know where I am going.
"Of course not sir. I'll have a carriage prepared for you." Maximus bowed his head and turned.
The Roman turns to look into a full-length mirror to fix my purple toga and try to fix his messy, curly brown hair. Trying and fail, Marcus just looks at himself in the mirror. With his tan skin, scruff of a beard forming, and dark brown eyes he feels like he looks good enough.
"Your carriage is prepared sir." Maximus reports to the noble as Marcus looks at himself one last time before turning away and walking toward the carriage outside his home.
-Time Skip-
Three hours later, the carriage has arrived in Pompeii. Marcus thanks the driver and tell him to pick him up here at dawn. The driver agrees and drives away. Marcus walks into the busheling city to find the famous brothel in all of Pompeii, Lupanar. Marcus had been there many times before, sleeping with all different type of woman and been apart of many orgies. But on this night, the noblemen was feeling adventurous and wanted to do something different. When he found the brothel he smirked to himself as he walks through the front door. When he enters, he hears moaning, grunts and cries from the different rooms. Marcus was greeted by the head of the brothel, Leo Crampus.
"Ah Marcus, it's wonderful to see you here again." The elderly man came with his arms out stretched.
"It's good to see you again. Have you got anything new? I'm feeling adventurous tonight and want something 'til the morn." The Roman connected his right hand with Leo's.
"Oh yes indeed sire. We got a new shipment of slaves yesterday from those German savages. Their hair is beautiful tho, golden blonde." Leo smiles as he claps his hands as a couple of Leo's personal guards go to fetch the prostitutes for the noblemen to choose for the whole night.
The guards return with 20 prostitutes lined up in revealing clothing, most only in loin cloth. Three of them were of Asian, two were from Africa, one was clearly Roman, and the rest were all from the clans in Germania.
"Which of these are the new ones?" The Roman asks and Leo claps his hands and the guards push five blondes forward; three woman, two men.
"These are the new shipments, pretty aren't they." Leo walks over to a girl with shoulder-length hair and caresses her breast. The girl whimpers with tear stroked eyes as the head of the brothel squeezes her breast and lets go. He squirms away slightly as tears come down her face from embarrassment.
The nobleman gets closer to the slaves to inspect them. The three girls were pretty, their beautiful blonde hair, it would look so good as a wig. Two of them looked exactly the same, they must of been twins. But then his head turned to look at the male sex slaves. He had never had anal sex before but this day would be good as any. He looked at the first male, he looked young and had short hair. The boy must only be 14 at least.
"Would you filthy swine stop eyeing us like cattle you fucker and just die already." The other male snarled and one of the guards hit him in the head and kept him of the ground with their sandaled foot.
Marcus's head turned to look at the slave, his hair was blonde and long and had one braid in it. Scares littered all over the pale mans body. His eyes were blue as sapphires that had a hint of hatred in them, but it made him even more attractive. The nobleman kneels down toward the German and grips his hair which the guard removes his foot. Marcus lifts the slave up to make him look into his eyes, brown meets blue.
"Look here German, I don't care what you are and what you did, you do not speak to men that way. You are nothing, you are just a sex slave now. You will break, everything you had ever loved is gone and now you are going to be my bitch because i'm going to fuck the anger right out of your eyes." Marcus had some venom in his voice.
"Sir Marcus, are you sure about this one?" Leo sounded concerned but the Roman one side of his mouth lifted up.
"Yes, take this one to a room." Marcus throughs the long haired German to the nearest guard. The guard takes him away as the Roman pays for the use of his new 'entertainment' for the evening.
"Enjoy yourself sire, but please be gentle with him. I don't want my new product being damaged." Leo laughs as Marcus heads towards the room where his prostitute awaits him.
-Marcus= Grandpa Rome