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With the toast and prayer said, each side downs their drink fully. It is at this moment that you have received an answer to the question, 'can dolls get drunk?'. In Avalon, they can. There's color on the face of each Roman, and their boisterousness gets louder.
You are not sober either. Despite adding water to the wine, you've had quite a bit.
"Tell me, why is the Emperor so interested in finding me and other kids?"
"She sees no reason for her fellow mortals to be in conflict with each other. Lord Mordred was most amenable to the idea. Our Imperator wants the Fealty of other mortals gone widdershin'; it increases the might of Roma. However, in the case of Queen Guinevere, her interest is not quite so tame. Comely be he, an Adonis worthy of her heart."
If you ever get to speak with Guin again, you'll have to ask just how handsome he is... as a joke. Of course, you need to recharge the cellphone first for that and somehow get in contact. Lucius is crazy enough to pay a reward to find and bring this particular Lost Child in. The fact that she resorted to such measures doesn't bring much comfort.
"What of you, King Lot? Do you not want a comely companion by your side?"
You almost laugh at the question. Your drunken mind concludes that the Romans might be able to help out in your problem regarding the <span class="mu-r">Lesser Vow of creating a seraglio of men for your pleasure. </span> By the Gods, it's such an embarrassing and stupid Vow to have.
"I am under a Vow to have a gaggle of male companions. I'm working on creating one and then dismissing it immediately."
This prompts one of the drunken Romans to speak up.
"Why, if it's male companions, that is easily arranged."
One of the bodyguards for Legatus Gaius speaks up as though your problem is very easy to solve. You smile and listen to the solution.
"We have a few slaves we can rent to you for your pleasure. They're not for sale, unfortunately. We cannot sell property of Roma. Ah, wait, I own one slave. You may sample him, and if he pleases you, I can arrange a private sale of my property."
This casually said statement triggers a new topic of conversation: what are the qualities of a slave suitable for pleasure? They converse as though it is a common dinner table subject, appropriate for everyone. It takes an enormous amount of effort to keep your jaw from dropping in shock and a growing horror at the realization that all these Romans assume that the discussion is something you would want to partake in. They clearly didn't hear the part that you intend to dismiss your 'companions' immediately after formation. You just wanted to technically fulfill the Vow and reap the rewards of satisfying it, not sexually abuse unwilling men! Wait, are they offering dollmen? Shit, they're offering inhuman slaves. You can't suppress a shudder of disgust, but none notice as their conversation carries on.
