Making no move even as she felt her hair being stroked, Mohini did all she could to not make a sound. A moment later she realized she even held her breath in order to remain quiet, she had already attracted more attention than she wanted. At least unlike some of the other unfortunates she hadn't been mistreated yet. She let out her breath slowly, trying to not make a sound and looked up at the man, Anastasius, brown eyes peering out from behind her hair. She tried to hide the fear and anger she felt, but being called one of their whores made her indignant. She set her jaw and looked away from him, she'd show these bootlicking servants of Rome she was no whore! She was the daughter of her tribe's chieftan, priestess of the great goddess Tabiti, she would find a way... Still, she certainly wan't going to cause trouble now, not with all these warriors here, and the one they called the Reaver in the next room. He scared her more than anyone here, she had heard the stories of his cruel excesses and pitied any who fell into his grasp. The world would surely be a brighter place if he were to be eliminated.