Slavery's fragrance

In a bustling ancient Roman city, four young women, clothed only in iron shackles and necklaces, are marched through narrow, dirty lanes. Their pale, flawless skin glistens under the harsh sun as they walk, their athletic bodies tensed with resistance. The crowd jeers and whispers as they pass, each girl carrying herself with a mix of defiance and despair. Each has unique features—blond hair, different hairstyles, and facial expressions that reveal their individual stories. Their small, firm buttocks are visible beneath their dirty, mud-streaked skin, while their feet remain bare, showing the signs of long journeys and hard labor.