In the opulent yet oppressive Roman villa, the air is thick with anticipation and the hiss of steam. Peterpulling, the merciless master, oversees the branding of his new slaves. The first, a lithe, olive-skinned youth, is bound to a post, his back glistening with sweat. The master's cruel grin widens as he presses the red-hot iron into the slave's flesh, the sizzle of burning skin echoing through the chamber. The slave grits his teeth, his body tensing against the searing pain, but he doesn't cry out. The master's approval is palpable, and he moves on to the next slave, leaving a trail of branded flesh and steam.