<strong>Rhiannon, Training grounds during the pairings announcement</strong><br/><br/>Rhiannon stood at the back of the small huddle of trainers and slaves trying to make sense of her surroundings and this latest twist of fate. During her journey from the borderlands she had assumed she was being transported to the heart of the empire to face public execution. The grizzled old veteran driving the caged tumbrel had merely laughed when she had demanded her final destination of him, answering unhelpfully that she'd know soon enough when she arrived. Instead of the imperial prison or arena that she'd been expecting the old soldier had delivered her to what was clearly a private estate. She'd raided enough of them in her career as a reiver to recognise that, though this one was oddly built with some ulterior purpose.<br/><br/>The key to the slave transport had obviously been sent on ahead, when she'd arrived a couple of hours ago a minion had unlocked and swung open the door. Angrily glaring and brushing away the offerred hand she had jumped lightly down from the caged cart and stared around curiously at her new surroundings. Was this the home of the officer that had taken her, or had he sold her onwards?<br/><br/>"Enjoy your new home bitch." The soldier responsible for her transport had laughed. "Think yourself fortunate, if the choice had been mine you'd have died in the arena. Maybe a troll or an ogre fucking you to death would have been amusing to the mob."<br/><br/>Rhiannon had launched a gob of spittle in response, hitting the soldier in the face. For a moment he had seemed about to strike her down, but had restrained himself with effort and laughed once again as he wiped his face with his sleeve.<br/><br/>"Well the bitch is yours, make of her what you will." Were his final words.<br/><br/>Since that time, no move had been made to remove the steel cangue that had been fitted about the redhead's slender neck and she had waited impatiently for some explanation as to this villa's purpose and her reason for being delivered here. Nearly all her gear had been stripped from her when she had been captured, only the tattered tunic worn beneath her armour and her sandals had been left. One shoulder strap had ripped during the struggle of her capture and with her wrists fastened in the metal stock she had no ability to make repair. The tunic hung from the remaining strap, exposing one ripe breast with it's dark red nipple hardened by exposure to the breeze.<br/><br/>Around her were a mixed group comprised of well dressed empire citizens and slaves. Most of the slaves were young and comely women. Despite her present predicament Rhiannon still appreciated the ripe girlflesh around her, thinking on how in recent times she would have taken great pleasure in carrying off such slaves from border villages and estates.<br/><br/>At last a slender blonde slavegirl had approached the small group that Rhiannon sulked on the periphery of. Reading from a scroll the girl had read off a list of pairings. Rhiannon understood the language well enough and started as her name was read out, pairing her with a master Marco. She glanced around her wondering which of those that were obviously empire citizens was this Marco.<br/><br/>The girl concluded with instructions that commanded Marco to convey her and another two slaves to a Lady D'enes. Rhiannon steeled herself for whatever ordeal lay ahead, whoever this Marco and Lady D'enes were she would endure the worst they could do. She was a Cenii warrior and the neither these weak imperial cowards or the stout walls of this villa would hold her for long.