The air was filled with the scent of Roman oils and freshly cut roses as servants bustled around, dressing you in a gown fit for an empress. The fabric, a shimmering cascade of ivory and gold, gracefully clung to your form with regal elegance.

A soft knock at the door interrupted the flurry of final adjustments. A trusted attendant stepped inside, bowing deeply before announcing, "The Emperor is waiting, my lady. He is growing… impatient."