They were meeting, for the very first time, in a private room at the brothel. Sansa shifted between the balls of her feet, extremely uncomfortable. She could barely make eye contact with the man, but she forced herself to anyway. “ Lord Baelish has told you of my... situation? “

In fact, the bar looked very much like an ordinary bar ( and he felt stupid to assume that it would look like anything else ). The only difference was that there were less fat white men on the barstools and instead, there was a more colourful spread of people. It was all quite exciting; he has always thought to venture out into the LGBT scene, but never quite found the will to do so. He supposed he should thank Oly for dragging him out, sure he would much rather spend his night levelling up his Wizard and doing some notes on his readings, but even he must admit that this was a nice change.

[Text: Lyvie] And when did i ever listen to you or anyonme

     “ It’s too dangerous for us to keep meeting like this! ”

“Yes, I have,” Myrcella said with certainty. Her gaze never wavered. “I have to do this.”

“Is that what you think, Child?” Erik asked with a pitying look.  “We shall see about that.”

“I concur. I am a cinnamon roll, look like one, but I am still badass.”

            “ ---- and what brings you to my chambers at such a LATE hour?”