While Quintus was still struggling with a decent toga, cousin Marcus came into the villa's main room. He instantly made himself at home, admiring the fine furnishings and motioning a slave to get him a drink while reclining on one of the houses' nicer couches. Ametha motioned for Kala to take him a cup of wine on a platter, and when Marcus saw her, he looked her up and down, admiring her. 

"Well, arn't you the lovely one?" said Marcus. He reached for her arm and felt it. "And your skin is soft too." His breath already smelled like wine, and he had a slight slur to his words.