To His Knees: Fantasy

It's about who can bring him to his knees, and that makes it--distasteful. But she is here, with the other girls, and her position in the order, her rank, her future earnings, all depend on this moment. So she uses the aphrodisiac perfume, and she oils her skin and paints her face and coils her hair to tumble over her shoulders. Then she chooses a dress that covers her from neck to toe but is, in the right light, faintly transparent. She knows what approach most of the others will be using, the ploys, the revealed skin, the sexual appeal. The things that should work on every man. She studied this one, though. A gladiator, one who did not pander to the crowds. A hard man, but not a crude one, and smart. He despises their society, and she cannot disagree with him totally. But she knows the things he's stood and acted as an entertainment for--


Inspiration: Some rock song.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Think a cross between Spartacus (the TV series) and Kushiel's Dart. Not my usual style, but it would click for a certain audience.