When the man turned around, Gaia could not help herself taking a long look at him up and down. Those biceps! And he was tall. He reminded her of the gladiators in Lucretia's ludus. Only he did not carry himself like a gladiator. Still, it made her mind race with all sorts of naughty thoughts, and almost made her moisten on the spot. Licking her lips a bit, she gazed up at him.
"You seem lost. I think I can help." Gaia said, grateful that he at least understood Latin to some extent. It was better than her speaking Greek. Not just because she was Roman through and through, but because her Greek was limited to phrases, mostly. She only even knew the Greek she did because of her late husband. "My name is Gaia. By the sound of your accent, Latin is not your native tongue?" Gaia wasn't exactly certain just how much she'd be able to explain that the man would actually understand. But she'd try. Why she was being helpful, she wasn't certain, but the man was extremely handsome, and those muscles. Oh she wanted to feel them. Well, truthfully, she wanted to do much more than simply feel them.
Really, Gaia needed some physical pleasure around here. She had enough of her drug pleasure. Though she at least wasn't currently high on something. She was completely lucid and sober, which wasn't a miracle, she could go without being high for a while. She knew how long she could go without a fix of opium before the withdrawal symptoms kicked in. Gaia was going to make her stash of opium last as long as possible. She didn't want to become one of those annoying people always asking for it.