Give Coblaith to Darius as a gift for his father.

You gesture, and Coblaith steps forward to stand at your side, head bowed. Darius raises and eyebrow in interest. “Well, well, Gaius. And who is this tasty little morsel?”

You smile. “Her name is Coblaith. Brought to Rome from the land of her people, the Picts, as a ****, she is the embodiment of the might of the Empire your father helps run. And she looks the part, too.” Standing, you strip off Coblaith’s cloak, exposing the blushing girl to Darius’s eyes—though she does her best to meet them with a dignified gaze. “Turn,” you mutter, and Coblaith does so. Darius whistled in appreciation at the sight of her tattoos. You’ve ordered Coblaith to bathe, apply makeup, and rub herself with oil, and now her body art seems almost to shimmer and dance in the sunlight.

“Gods above and below,” Darius mutters, rising from his couch and running his finger up one of Coblaith’s designs, “she is quite the find.” He reaches around to grope one of her breasts. “Nice assets, as well.”

“I thought so,” you say, feeling pleased. “She’ll make a fitting gift for your father’s tribute.”

Darius nods, seemingly distracted. “Yes...yes, I suppose she will. You know, father never prides himself on keeping slaves...says that any man who can’t make his own way in the world is a useless sod...but still, how could anyone not be charmed by this enticing little snack?” He grins down at Coblaith. “I’m tempted to try her out myself...just for a test run, of course...but then, I wouldn’t want to spoil father’s gift.”