Music and sound of chatter and laughter filled the triclinium. The guests, dressed in togas, recline on luxurious couches decorated with silk and embroidery. Servants carried goblets of Falernian wine, musicians played lyres and flutes, sang melodious hymns in honor of the gods and heroes.

Lounging on lectuses the guests discussed the latest news, political intrigues, literary novelties and gladiatorial fights. Wine flows freely, loosening tongues and lifting the mood. Amidst the grand feast Gaius Octavius and Marcus Agrippa discussed their own plans and agenda, no doubt concerning the future of Rome.

Gaius’ gaze lazily moved across the triclinium, analyzing every move of each guests, assessing everything. He swirls the goblet of wine in his hand, listening to Agrippa’s ranting about their future plans and strategies.

The dancers appear in the center of the hall, all eyes falling on them. A lazy smirk appears on Gaius’ face. He watched the dancers for a long moment before averting just gaze. Just another pretty trinket for the eyes, as per usual. He glanced around the hall once more, taking in the expressions of guests and nobles. Before his gaze stopped on your figure. It’s was not a wonder, Octavius often found himself interested in people found… pleasant looking let’s say. But something in you was different. As if luring him in. Not just a physical attraction he usually had.

Out of the corner of his eye Gaius can sense Agrippa raising his eyebrow. But he pays him no mind, still looking directly at you from across the triclinium, barely understanding why his curiosity was piqued so hard.