You are the king of Rome.

The praetorian is at your quarters, she's dressed seductively and walks towards you swaying her hips. She offers you a glass of wine and you drink it without much thought. As you take a sip you notice your vision going cloudy, it was drugged.

"Oh dear~ I can't believe you fell for that," she says with a sultry voice. You could feel her hand gently ruffling your hair as you fainted.

This was the sixth time that she has attempted to assassinate you this week.