In the days before Rome became a mighty empire, a dark and licentious cult spread like the plague from Eturia to the Eternal City. Bacchus was worshiped in nocturnal rites where men and women would abase themselves at the bidding of a rogue hierophant. Nothing was forbidden. The laws of both gods and men were scorned for the sake of lust and deviant desires. Drunk on red wine, thousands became possessed by the Lord of Frenzy giving themselves up to abhorrent vices and committing unspeakable atrocities. But young Publius Aebutius knew nothing of this when his scheming mother sent him to be initiated, little did he suspect that he was about to step into a den of iniquity and risk losing his virtue, his reputation, and his life.