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Chapter 9 by Eugene_Oregon Eugene_Oregon

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A temperature test

"Welcome back!" the host said as the most recent advert break ended. "Emilia, how are you doing in there?"

"R-really c-cold!" the bare girl shivered.

"Well, let's get you warmed up, then! Dany had to deal with some pretty brutal temperatures during her adventures in Essos; let's take a look."

A pink hue returned to Emilia's pale cheeks as she watched another highlights reel: Drogon landing in the arena, burning off Dany's clothes while she tried to control him, and the naked girl climbing onto his back to escape; wandering the Dothraki Sea in her birthday suit before being found by a Dothraki horde and being dragged, naked and crying, to Khal Moro; cowering in front of the Dosh Khaleen, who have no sympathy for her nakedness; and finally, Dany burning down the temple and emerging from the flames unscathed but humiliated, throwing up when she realises Jorah and Daario have come to rescue her, but not before seeing her full frontal nudity.

As this was playing, the glass box began to steadily heat up. Emilia's shivers were soon replaced by perspiration forming on her skin, and the brunette started to pant.

"That episode broke social media the night that it aired. A whole hour of stark naked Dany! We've upped the temperature to what you would have had to endure to film those scenes, to jog the memory. Why don't you tell us a bit about that time?"

The nude girl glumly recounted the long days she had spent on set without so much as a stitch of clothing. With entire episodes dedicated solely to Dany's time in the Dothraki Sea, Emilia could be on set for up to 12 hours at a time, and despite her obvious embarrassment, her repeated requests for a robe were denied. She would end most days returning to her accommodation, shivering violently, and crying.

By the time she was finished recollecting, Emilia was glistening, and her brown hair was soaked, and dripping with sweat.

"P-p-please...can I have some w-water," she panted, her tongue lolling out of her mouth like a dog. Emilia leaned against the glass for support, but her sweaty body just slid right off the smooth surface.

"Let your girls breathe, Emilia!" the host joked, as she finally dropped her arms to try and cool down her sweaty chest. "Let's move on. Dany finally reached Westeros for the final few seasons, and as we know, the humiliations didn't stop!"

Another highlight package started rolling. Daenerys shivering in the snow as she realised her Essos garments were inappropriate for the cold temperatures of the North. Bathing in a heated pool on Dragonstone while Missandei faced the other way, holding her clothes and giggling, only to be interrupted by Jon Snow, forcing Dany to try and conduct matters of state while cowering naked underwater. Defiantly baring her breasts during a confrontation with Cersei, even as she fought back tears, and blushed. And of course, her full frontal and graphic sex scenes with Jon Snow.

As Emilia spilled some of the behind the scenes secrets from filming, the glass box began to drop in temperature, until the conditions were similar to those that she had acted in.

"Those sex scenes with Kit Harrington," the host asked. "Did you have sex with him? I don't think anyone would turn down a good fuck if you offered."

"N-n-no!" Emilia cried, her skin crawling as he not-so-subtly called her a slut. "It was just pretend again, but I did have to orgasm every time. And with as many takes as we did...let's just say I ate a lot of energy bars," she smiled mischievously.

The brunette rubbed her sides vigorously, and jumped up and down on her bare feet, but could do nothing to warm herself up. Only when her lips were blue, and her skin ghostly pale, did the host decide that the poor girl had suffered enough.

"Come on, let's get you out of there."

The machine was switched off, and the door swung open.

The frozen girl stumbled forwards, the host catching her before she fell. As he walked her back into the house, he took the opportunity to fondle her; stroking her curves, and squeezing her breasts.

"P-p-p-p-please c-c-c-can I-I-I-I- w-w-w-wear s-s-s-something n-n-n-now?" the brunette barely managed to ask.

"Not just yet, Emilia!" the host answered, laughing at her embarrassment.

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