Choose a life.
You will play the same skeleton, costumed for the role. One life and the next overlap by roughly a third; the rest is yours to discover.Pick on instinct.
You inherited two warehouses, three slaves, and a contract with the imperial granaries. Your sauce is mediocre. Your accounts are excellent.
Chosen at six, sworn for thirty years. You are property of the state and immune to its laws. You can pardon a condemned man with a glance.
Educated, Greek, and worth more than a horse. You read aloud at dinner and copy your master's correspondence. Manumission is possible. Not soon.
Year fourteen of service. You build more roads than you fight battles. Your back hurts. Your savings are real.
You were a slave. You are now a freedwoman with a trade and a small clientele. You attend births rich and poor and charge accordingly.
You bleach togas. The state taxes the urine you buy from the public latrines. You vote in the guild and the guild votes loudly.