Ised arrived to The Old Mormon fort with the unwanted "help" of two Legion solders, she was filled with anger, glaring at anyone who dared to so much as glance at her. It was chaos Men in Armour, over worked slaves, and soon to be slaves were everywhere; Screams and pleading filled the air along with the smell of burning corpses, that made Ised sick if she dared to breath through her nose. Roughly Ised was thrown into a makeshift pen by herself on her own stumbling back she swore at the two men.

"Fuck you legion pigs! I can't wait to see you choke on your own filthy fuckin' blood!" She Screamed nearly choking her throat was so dry.

The taller of the two men laughed darkly. "You'll sell for a fine price, Fiesty, It'll be fun breaking you in."

"Fuck it's so hot in here..." With everyone moving around and fires burning if left idle to long anything metal would burn the skin. Ised slumped into the back of the pen, she certainly didn't want to catch the eyes of anyone, but seeing as she was put in a pen alone they probably had some sort of plan for her.

Her eyes caught the big stage-like thing in the middle of the large tent and went wide eyed "wait this...we're being sold here!? Fuck!"

Ised lowered her head sick with a realization that settled in, The faint feeling of despair weighed down on her chest.

Twenty or so minutes had passed before the two men that had put her in the pen returned only to pull her out of it and forcefully put a collar around her neck, it was thick and had a bright red light on it.

"Don't go to far or your head just might explode" On of the men sneered, Ised cleared her throat to yell at one of the men but was stopped short by the sight of soon to be slaves being lined up onto the stage.

She was pulled up from the floor and was carried to the stage where she was given a crutch to lean on for the time being. It wasn't much help since Ised was so scared out of her wits she couldn't stop shaking, constantly almost losing her balance. One by one the individuals were sold...or put in a pen with others if they didn't sell right away.

"14 Denarius for the slave with one leg!" A deep voice rang out.

"14...14! I don't know how much that is but its a hellava lot less then you were selling the others for!" Ised couldn't bite her tongue any longer, with all the bullshit she was going to have to put up with, she was completely insulted by the price she had been given.

Caesar and his men were on the march to Vegas, and after the short rest of Titus and his companion, he had reached the gates of Freeside.
On the warning of Caesar's imminent arrival, the centurion sprang from his bed and hurriedly dressed himself with the help of his slave. He and Lanius were due to meet their leader at the base of the Lucky 38 to debrief him and show him the spoils of their effort. Titus left Aurora is his room, nervously darting to the elevator outside his suite with his helm under his arm, and meeting the Legate on the casino floor.
The Legate stood alone, ready to greet Caesar, while the few men still alive in Titus centuria were pottering around the casino floor. Titus nodded at them to leave before Caesar got there and they left to take their position outside on the strip.

It wasn't difficult to tell when Caesar was approaching. His banner men were heralding his arrival as dramatically as they could, calling for everyone attention. A tad over the top by Caesar's standards but this was a big day and this fit the bill. The cheers of men outside was their signal. The Prime Centurion and the Legate opened the doors to greet their master and his Praetorian Guard. They bowed their heads in respect, offering up this gargantuan building as tribute. Caesar was only too happy to accept the gift. While Titus had left her in his room to attend to their Lord and Master, Aurora had a proper look around the suite.

She went to the drawers,of the dresser, curiosity overwhelming her boredom. there was an old suitcase next to the draws, she hefted it, and found it had something in it. she pulled it out from its place against the wall and ran her hands over the old leather and slightly rusty clasps.

They flicked open with a 'click' and Aurora lifted the lid. Within there were two silky dresses, one in a deep crimson, the other in a light purple. she held the first one aloft before her eyes, it shimmered between blood red and deep sunset crimson in the light of the suite. it had a lightness to its sensation against her skin as she dreamily held it against her body, it would fit.

She knew that she had some time while her master was attending to Caesar, and with a guilty pleasure she slipped out of her slave clothes and dressed in the gorgeous red gown. she stood before the mirror and looked at her reflection.

An exhausted young lady smiled sadly back at her. The sleeveless gown showed off her scarred arm quite prominently, the small scratches that marred her usually smooth face looked red and angry and her eyes held a tinge of sadness and emotional pain that she tried to hide deep within herself.

As she looked into her reflection, she wondered how much of a Slave she really was, the collar still adorned her neck and the Scar on her arm was there for all to see. But she served her Master now, thoughts of escape no longer foremost in her mind. She felt concern for Titus each time he went into Battle, and it wasn't based on her understanding that she would get sold to another Legionary should he fall in battle, it was genuine concern for him.

She found a hair brush and attacked the tangles and knots, returning her hair to a smooth shine, and her scalp hurting from the efforts, strands of her hair stayed within the bristles of the brush. she found some bobby pins and put her hair up in a braided bun, it felt good to have her hair brushed and neat, a real positive boost to her mood considering all that she had gone through that day.

She sighed as she removed the silken gown from her body and dressed in her slave rags again, keeping her hair up in its' bun. she neatly folded the dress and put it back with the purple gown in the suitcase before closing the lid and putting it back where she had found it, she noticed the name carved into the leather, "Jane" whoever this Jane was, she had spectacular taste, the two dresses ere quite exquisite.

Aurora moved about the suite, cleaning and tidying up while she awaited the return of Titus.