Your owner is holding a symposium tonight. You're pouring wine for rich men, staying quiet, not making eye contact with the guests, feeding you owner berries and wine as the men laugh and argue. You look as usual, well groomed, you smell of luxury, and as you are your owners favourite you are in nicer robes than others, you smile at the drunken Greeks and ignore the whispers of other servants conspiracising about your downfall.

A certain man's hand wanders too far when you bend over to pour your owner's wine. You aren't meant to react, but you're new. Young. Everyone's eyes are on you as they begin to make humiliating jokes.