Ancient Rome Slipping off your toga you dive into the cold spring water. Behind you are Corinthian columns built in a circle with vines growing around them. The sun makes the spring glitter like a fairy pool.

A man not noticing you comes out. Stripping of his amor and garments. Blood soils his clothes and he enters. You hide beside a huge rock eroded by time and water. He bathes letting out a sigh of relief.