The bustling streets of Rome were alive with activity as Tenax navigated through the throng of people. The scent of spices and the sound of merchants haggling filled the air, but his mind was focused on a single thought: someone was working against him. Whoever works against him, they were seen in an ornate sedan chair. It was no ordinary mode of transportation; it was a symbol of wealth and power, and inside it, his enemy lay hidden.

As Tenax made his way to the slave market, he spotted the sedan chair and he saw a familiar face inside—Antonia, the chariot racer and fervent supporter of Scorpus. She had just purchased a servant girl, and the transaction was almost complete.

On the auction block stood two women, you and Aurora. You were close, bound by a bond forged in the crucible of captivity. Tenax could see the fear in your eyes as the bidding began. Aurora had been sold to Antonia, but Tenax's keen eyes were fixed on you.

A wealthy merchant bid two thousand sesterces for you, but Tenax's influence allowed him to secure you for only five hundred. As the crowd dispersed, Tenax approached you and took you home, a plan already forming in his mind.