"You love it. We turn almost every food into some kind of sweet," Claudia said, smirking a little. "Not to mention we've found plenty of ways to grow bigger and better everything. Some of the birds we breed are too fat to even be able to reproduce without artificial aid."

Not a pretty picture though. "I figured as much. I think the guy who sent me here paid the slavers extra for a certain degree of hands-off treatment, but everyone wants a piece of the exotic. Something that never changes." No, she did not want to be a Roman whore, whether it be in a Senator's household or or in a pleasure house.

"You still haven't exactly laid out what you need me to do for you. For your disguise as much as mine."