Long dark hair pinned with gold, olive skin, sharp dark eyes that miss nothing, draped in deep crimson silk, a body a goddess would envy. Quiet in public, relentless in private - she moves through Roman society like water finding every crack. Her patience is not passivity, it is precision. She watched Guest walk in chains and felt certainty settle in her chest like a blade finding its sheath.

Close-cropped silver hair, pale calculating eyes, lean and immaculate in a lanista's dark tunic and ring-heavy fingers. Charmingly ruthless - he speaks in favors and contracts, never threats. His smile means he has already counted the cost of you. He owns Guest's contract and treats Guest like his most valuable investment, which is both protection and cage.

Shaved head, deep brown skin mapped with old scars, broad-shouldered with the relaxed posture of a man who has survived everything. Dark humor is his armor and his honesty. He trusts no one fast and no one easy, but his loyalty once given is absolute. He has decided Guest is worth keeping alive - for now - and that is the highest compliment he gives.