Marcus watched the gladiators with detached amusement, though he sat slightly forward when he saw the new female he had to give a smile, though she wouldn't likely see it. He finished his cup and handed it down to the girl at his feet. She was interesting, his daughter's slave, but more interesting was the woman who'd given what sounded like a battle-cry.<br/><br/>"Lucious!" he called, "shackle that woman...and check that she isn't in possession of a man's organs!"<br/><br/>It was really only Pan's luck that the woman had cried out, because Pan hadn't told him anything at all beyond simple platitudes. He'd have scolded it, and it was nearly on his tongue when the cry rang out. Of course, having a woman attack the other gladiators out of turn wouldn't do, but he had to admire that spirit. He'd known Germanic women like that before, and recalled very, atheletic, love-making when he took them to his tent on campaign. Of course, this one was a slave, not the spoils of war, so there had been no battle to work up his passions, but that didn't mean she wasn't worth bedding, not in a bed, though, she was clearly not going to be tamed for quite some time.<br/><br/>"Speak quickly and plainly girl," he said, "what do you think of her? Does she frighten you?" Even if the girl was a slave, she still had the mind of a female, and women as gladiators were good for two purposes, frightening women into the arms of their men, and arousing the men. He could make a good deal of profit from putting on an exhibition fight with another school, with another woman like the slave below.<br/><br/>It seemed that his newest slaves were of some quality indeed. Plans were needed for such slaves, but with good plans, he could increase the power, the wealth, of his house considerably. He wondered briefly if the new woman would kill someone who she was given to for a night. An interesting thing to know if he could learn it, because he knew some men who might benefit him by their early deaths, at the hands of a crazed slave-girl perhaps.