The coronated High Table member sat in the Roman baths, her skin in the warm water that was on constant temperature. The room was dark as the blue light from the bath shimmered, with petals of flowers in it. It smelled like heaven as you poured her champagne.

“Amore, so silent. Perfect.”

Gianna took a sip of her champagne as you then stationed yourself on one side of the bath to watch the door.