Emotions flare up

SLAP! The sound of the auctioneer's hand as it claps against her bare ass shakes you out of your fancies and back to the plain truth.

This is slavery. You notice women and men alike hunched nearby, bound like the girl with leather straps, some in robes though most wear nothing. All looking nervous and uneasy while the dog pit of men before the auctioneer bark their bids at him, salivating for a taste of her flesh.

Somewhere deep inside a rage begins to boil. You stare out at the other patrons leering at the girl. A contemptuous anger fills your heart. The very idea of owning another person, of forcefully taking someone against their will and using them as you desire repulses you. Immediately you set your mind racing for some plan of action.

You glance about the scene, looking for some way to disrupt this obscene display. There, against a wall you notice a large brazier. Low flames slowly cook meat on a spit as a man dressed in dirt covered robes tends his paltry meal. If you could only find some fuel, a fire would surely draw enough attention away so that you could attempt a daring rescue.

With the beginnings of a plan you walk toward the brazier, the man notices you and begins eyeing your actions. He seems very protective of his meal as he glances at you and then back to the spit. You make it a point to avert your eyes and give your best attempt at looking very interested in the auction while you catch quick glances at the surrounding area, still searching for some way to cause a disruption.

Then you see it. On a table next to you, amongst other similar containers, you see a small stoppered glass jar labeled dragons breath. It holds a purple flame which dances within though there is no opening for air. The magic of this place fascinates you as you wonder how such things exist. Obviously the physics of your world hold no bounds here but you still haven't gotten used to the normalcy of these wonders.

"120 Aureas!" Your attention is drawn back to the present and see all eyes turned in one direction. There stands a man with lean features and a tall stature. His loose fitting tunic, trimmed in the Greek key, reveals a chiseled musculature beneath. By every right he's the very image of a Greek god. Draped over his shoulders is a loose fitting cobalt cloak with silver lining.

The auctioneer returns the bid, "120, 120 aureus, can I hear 122? 120 and 200? 120 and 200 asses? 120 and 100 asses, a hundred coppers, anyone? a hundred coppers?"

Knowing the moment is at hand you grab the bottle and hurl it into the brazier. There's a crash and a whoosh of sound as the purple flame surges beyond imagination. The watchful and hungry cook screams in agony as flames touch his flesh. You can feel the heat upon your back as you dash across the yard toward the stage. More screams erupt as a violet blaze besets the area in chaos.

You lock eyes with the **** girl as you reach for her hand. She returns an inquisitive stare at you. "Come, now!" You grab at her arm and tug in the direction opposite the plume of flames.