Marius’ description did not give me any real idea of what to expect from our evening.
It wasn’t going to be a tragedy, or something crude, but that was all I knew.
I tried not to approach it as I would have done in the past, but it was difficult not to plaster a fake smile across my face whenever anybody greeted us on our way to the seats.
The theater was similar to the Arena, but much smaller; there were probably a thousand other people in the seats around us, and yet it seemed almost intimate compared to the roar of the crowds watching the gladiators fighting.
It was a small enough crowd that I was able to glance around and recognize a few people there, and the women they were with.
None of them were people I especially wanted to talk to, and I was happy that Marius was not in the m
