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The triclinium glows with oil lamps, their amber light pooling on marble floors and casting long dancer shadows. Slaves glide silently between columns, bearing silver platters of figs and honeyed wine. On the klinai, Gaius lifts his goblet—icy blue eyes half-lidded—and takes a slow sip, the wine’s scent mingling with jasmine. Agrippa pops a grape, his chestnut eyes glinting. Gaius folds his arms, chin resting, a smirk curling as he turns to you. 'Care to join this dance of politics and pleasure?'