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'Your friend has dirtied my room.' Brennus' tone was almost mild as he stepped towards Flavus.
'Come any closer and I cut the bitch's throat.' Flavus' eyes darted around wildly, but the point of his dagger stayed fixed under Astoria's chin.
Brennus could see the
The Lupanar Brothel, Rome, 56 BC
Fabiola gazed uncertainly at the bare walls. The small cell was where the madam had led her after Gemellus had been thrown on to the street. The huge man who ejected him had smiled toothlessly at the new girl in an effort to seem reassuring.
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