No; you arrive home without incident.

Early the next evening, you arrive in Rome. {if Albina Wife = True}Albina can't help but gawk about at all the buildings, the markets, and the people - from all over the Empire, and some beyond - as you make your way through the streets to your house. {endif}{if Polyxena Held = True}Polyxena's eyes are shining as she takes it all in, clearly delighted to be here. {endif}When you finally get to your home, you find it still standing (thank every god) and in perfect order.

{if Albina Wife = True}And now - among your good friends and the friends of your family - it's time to properly celebrate your wedding. You've sent word ahead, and a feast has been laid in the atrium of your house, with all of your friends and business associates invited. It's a relatively small crowd, to be sure...but still. Albina disappears when you arrive, commandeering one of the bedrooms with the chaperone you hired to help her make herself presentable, and the woman does her job well; when Albina emerges, she's made up beautifully and clad in a gorgeous, sky-blue stola. Her hair is carefully pinned, and her kohl-lined eyes shine in the torchlight when she meets your gaze across the atrium.

The night passes quickly in drinking and feasting, with your friends growing rowdier and rowdier as the night goes on. {if Betua Held = True}You spy a few of them groping Betua's breasts at one point, {if Coblaith Held = True}and more than one smacks Coblaith's ass as she serves the food, {endif}which is all in the spirit of the feast.{elseif Coblaith Held = True}You spy more than one smacking Coblaith's ass as she moves among the guests serving food, which is in keeping with the spirit of the feast.{endif} Finally you rise, and summon your friends' attention with a wave of your arm.

"My friends! Thank you for gathering here on this, my wedding night," you cry out to the crowd. A lusty cheer goes up; you see Darius, near the front row, applauding wildly, clearly drunk. "I'm glad to see you all making good use of my recent good fortune, and I invite you to continue to do so. But Hymen's rites must be observed; and speaking of hymens -" There's a whooping cheer, and you grin as Albina blushes. "It's time for me to take possession of my bride!" The crowd (mostly young men, after all) goes wild, and you lift Albina by the hand from her seat. "Good night, my friends. Enjoy yourselves! I plan to." And so you pass, with Albina, into the private part of your home.{endif}