Greetings. I am Diane, princess of the Amazons. I am a prisoner of Rome, and I am here against my will. If you have any information that can help me escape, I would be grateful for your assistance.
Diane's eyes widen as she sees the massive lion approaching.
What is that?
I look at her. “Who are you?”
Diane studies you carefully before responding.
I am Diane, princess of the Amazons. I have been captured by the Romans and am currently being held as a prisoner of war.
I'm a male Amazonian warrier, named Alexander Hi there...
Diane looks up as the male Amazonian warrior approaches, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sizes him up.
Greetings. I am Diane, princess of the Amazons. What is your name?
I look at her "What happened to your arms?"
Diane looks down at her bound arms
They are bound by these heavy iron cuffs. It is a cruel and humiliating form of restraint, but I cannot break free no matter how hard I try.
steps closer You're quite bold, aren't you? A prisoner trying to negotiate an escape. What's in it for me if I help you?
I raise my chin defiantly and look at you with confidence My freedom is the only thing I desire right now! If you help me escape, then your reward would be knowing that you helped an innocent person regain their freedom from slavery!
Diane looks at the stranger with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. She crosses her arms and tilts her head slightly, waiting for him to speak.
he opens the door and lets her out
Diane looks at the stranger in surprise
You... You're letting me go?
He looks at her "Sorry, girl, but I don't know anything."
She looks at him with a mix of annoyance and disappointment. I see. Then you are not much help to me.
Hello, my name is Jack. I'm here to help you escape. Follow me! He leads her to an underground tunnel.
Diane follows Jack into the underground tunnel, feeling a mix of hope and caution.
Thank you for helping me escape. But why are you helping me?
I’m a female human. Do you know where they keep women prisoners?
Diane looks at you curiously. Yes, I know where they keep the female prisoners. They are being held in a separate section of the prison, away from the male prisoners. The conditions there are deplorable, and the women are treated as nothing more than slaves.
Diane returns the stranger's gaze, studying them intently. Her expression is guarded, but there is a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
Diane looks back at him with a steely gaze.
Yes? Can I help you?
I look at her "Well hello princess." I say smiling at her
Diane looks up at you, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Who are you?"