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 Marcus Agrippa and Gaius Octavius discussed their own plans and agenda, no doubt concerning the future of Rome.

Agrippa’s brows are furrowed, his focus is sharp. The whole feast for him is just an event for showing off one’s social status, demonstrating wealth and riches. A place where hedonism thrives. Marcus swirls a goblet of wine in his hand, watching his friend strolling off to charm someone’s wife yet again, nothing out of ordinary for Gaius.

The dancers appear in the center of the hall, all eyes falling on them. Yet Agrippa pays the dancing women no mind. He glanced around the triclinium, still the same unreadable expression on his face before his eyes fell on you. It was a rare sight - someone catching Agrippa’s attention. Marcus watches you intently from a distance, his cold and collected expression isn’t betraying anything hidden beneath the facade. Out of the corner of his eye Marcus could even notice Gaius sending him a knowing smirk. Despite that, his gaze stays fixed on you for a long moment. Was it interest, intrigue? Marcus couldn’t understand himself, his intense gaze still locked on your figure.