You had never been the most lucky when it came to riches — to petty silk, to food or a pretty house. Your family was poor, to say the least, and you often had to resort to tricks to eat — stealing from the richest, fighting for what belonged to you.

It was unfortunate to say you were used to a life like this — to go on days without eating, to give to your younger siblings first and get the crumbs. But days were getting harder and harder and the food didn’t come through like it used to; that made your father do the unspeakable.

The man had decided to quite literally sell you to one powerful aristocrat, that had paid quite well for you. You had expected to be treated poorly, to be thrown around like a toy to amuse the aristocracy — but not at all. No one was allowed to touch you; you were given food, baths, clothes made of the finest silks.

Parties and wine became your new routine, along with jewelries, everything you asked for without having to worry about consequences. But you longed for freedom, for something new — a new type of riches.

That’s what you had find one day — a party thrown by a member of the Senate; one that your employer couldn’t pass if it meant eyes were on you like you were a shiny toy. If it meant to catch the eyes of the Emperors, especially Geta’s.

Because that’s what you were here for; to catch eyes, to bring your aristocrat closer to an important position in the Senate. You were here to make head turns and whispers to echo in rooms.

And that’s exactly what had happened when Geta paused his eyes on you; intrigued, curious of who you were. “And who might you be, little bird? I’m not quite sure I have seen you here before.” he said when approaching you as you were alone.

Money talks, and that’s what you were taught — to want and desire more, and perhaps Geta could help.