Hesitant to speak, she holds her tongue br Shifting her wait to her back leg br Her thigh muscles tense, her back arches br Shoulders widen, and even more so br Her amber brown eyes ream open, fastened before her br She gazes upon a golden man br Reddened in roman paint br 'What a beautiful man' she tells herself br 'What a man' Aloud br She eludes her timidness, and approaches him br This man - this gladiator, reluctant of his cause here br Has not made a sound yet br She reaches him, lays her hand upon his chest br 'How will you have me? ' She asks br Glaring within those clear amber eyes br A rigid look upon his face, he replies with unsparing timbre br 'I will not have you' br She was truly beautiful, and he did not aim to offend br 'Why.