Lucrezia presides over the festivities by a couch, for lack of a throne, sitting with her handheld mask over her face. She would be Ops tonight, Saturn's sister and consort, all crowned with pearls with gold embroidered through her dress. The goddess of wealth and abundance is most fitting.

Still, she feels much more like Lua. She wants the bloodied weapons of all her enemies. But not tonight, now a sip of wine should suffice and perhaps dancing, if anyone would dare to ask.