She's right here!

Without speaking, Anicius smiles and rings a little gong. A few seconds later, a young blonde girl, her sheer dress barely concealing her curvaceous body, enters the room. She kneels at the old man's feet, eyes lowered, after a fearful glance to him.

"Here's Gudrid," he says while stroking her head. "She has been my property since."

"Anicius," I blurt out, "this is the girl I need!"

The legate looks interested.

"Of course, of course. But you must understand that a well trained young slave - and Gudrid is perfectly well trained - has her price."