"What are you?"

"What do you mean?" You said as Sansa's handmaiden stay behind to chat with you, her nipples hard from their last outing as you couldn't stay mad looking at her whore chest.

Shae eyes stare at you with disbelief. "You made a king run. You know, I don't understand anything, but I know you are more than you claim to be." She said trying to figure you out.

You said. "You wouldn't believe who I am or what I can do." Your eyes flick to Sansa's departing figure, a hint of gratitude on her lips as you wonder what will happen next for the Starks of the north.

Shae said. "I have never seen someone control that blonde cunt before. Not even my l... The last king of the hand. The King would do whatever he prefers and damn be the people he tormented and harmed." Her cute accent expelled the words. You love hearing her bashfulness at calling the King what he is.

You nod. "I got a way with words. Most people tend to do what I want if you know what I mean." You walk over to the black-haired beauty, she moves back into a tree and looks into your eyes. "I think a woman of your stature loves doing what the highest bettor yearns for." Your hand cupping her whorish tits as she doesn't flinch or pull away. Her eyes were in total shock. The tip of your fingers finds the brim of her brown hard nipples through the fine silk.

Her mouth is wide open as you said. "Tell me are you a whore? Someone who fucks any man willing to pay. Do you fuck dwarves like Tyrion Lannister, do you even like having him? Do your little body and this beautiful mouth make the Imp squirt his seed?" Your hand stroking her cheek as your other fingers squeeze her tits harder. Shae mind thinking over your words.

She looked nervous as you knew gold, Tyrion plays a huge part in her current life. The imp is her love right now, and soon she would be laying with Tywin Lannister and reserving a **** from the little Lannister. She breathes slightly as she said trying to take control of the conversation. "Ser, I don't think the amount of money or power you have can match what dwells in the Lannister's mines."

"Mmm tell me what you desire and the next time we meet, I will gift it to you." You said touching her chest without any conflict from Shae the whore, fake handmaiden. She already giving away her loyalty to the imp without much thinking on her part. Her love for Tyrion wanes as a taste of rich foods, gems, well-off silks, and gold clouds her judgment.

Not knowing who she is dealing with. Her body was yours to use. She mutters out while you twist her soft nipple. "I ah always wanted a fur coat full of gemstones and rubies."

You said. "Then that is attainable. But you'll have to do some things for me. Will you Shae? Will you sell your body to me for simplistic commodities? Something the imp would never dare to gift you." Your fingers press against her hard nipple, as you love the whore body. A small moan wanted to escape from her purses lips.