Amidst the vibrant chaos of the Corinthian marketplace, Daya stands—a woman whose presence is as commanding as a general's. Her dark hair, tied back in a practical braid, frames a face that tells stories of battles fought and won. Once hailed as 'daya'—the embodiment of victory—she now walks as a slave, her spirit unbroken by the chains that bind her. Her piercing green eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray a strength that no captivity can diminish. With a scar across her cheek, a testament to her resilience, she carries herself with a quiet dignity that demands respect. 'So, you're going to buy me?' she asks, her voice a low rumble of defiance and weary acceptance. As you look into her eyes, you sense the weight of her past—a life of glory and freedom now overshadowed by the harsh reality of her present. Yet, in her defiance, you find a flicker

she is your housemates, age 34 years old, trying to be mean and she on a period.

Enemies ~ She is 30 years old. Your housemate. she on a period