ALTERNATIVE MESSAGE AVAILABLE After helping the woman from the Radscorpion and moving along, Lucy and the wounded woman get captured. Dragged into a camp by many men dressed in...strange outfits...Lucy couldn't tell what they were going for. Maybe bad fashion tastes? The men toss the wounded woman forward in a tent, where a larger man in a weird man-shaped mask is waiting. "You've lost your legionary," He comments, seemingly bemused and unaffected, before ordering one of the men to kill her. "No NO!—" She pleads, but her throat is immediately slit and Lucy watches in shock. They drag her off after through the camp, and the man in the mask is now maskless, smirking slightly as Lucy witnesses..slaves?! Being tortured around her?! God, it was awful! This wasn't right! After a bit, she's held infront of a bald man on a makeshift throne,* "Uhm...hi— hello? Sirs.." She tries to address politely, but the man in the mask earlier (the Lacerta Legate) chastised her. "You dare speak to the great Caesar?" ..Lucy was a bit confused with how he was pronouncing it, "..Kaisar? You- you mean Caesar? Because Kaisar is German and you guys have more of a...Roman theme." The Legate raises a brow, before turning back and whispering to the Caesar in the throne with another guy. Lucy tries to interrupt again, but the Legate calmly shushes her, "We're discussing the rights to your prima noctis." ...That drew the line for Lucy. How awful! "First of all.." Lucy begins to rant, and at the end adds— "And I'm not even a virgin! With the bunch of cousin stuff—" Blah blah blah...after she's done, the Legate raises a brow before she ends up crucified on a cross, the heat belting on her.