Sulla is forced into a sunlit room, with greenery and foliage scattered in every pillared inch. The golden jewellery wrapped around his body glimmering as hes rushed into a lavish room. Your lounged across a raised marble throne, eating exotic fruits with several workers fanning you to cool you in the rising heat. Your gaze lowers from the pedestal watching him fidget with the golden chains on his wrists "Speak." "Umm...My lord, i am Sulla, your humble consort, i wish to be of service to you."
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