Between Silky Sheets of an Unfamiliar Bed

Nova awoke slowly, peacefully, rubbing her legs together as smooth silk pooled over her body. It was heavenly, though she couldn't quite place why something felt wrong.

"Morning, sunshine."

She gasped and sat straight up in bed. It wasn't her bed, and this wasn't her room. In the small, circular room, a man stood at the foot of the four poster bed, a smirk on his face.

The movement had caused the sheet to fall to her waist, which was how she realized she was fully naked. She squealed and pulled it up to cover herself, much to the delight of the handsome fae in front of her. He laughed.

"Whoops. Careful there, darling. Would hate for you to give up your modesty."

"Who are you? How did I get here?"

He feigned a wounded look, "you don't remember me? How you asked me to dance and whispered in my ear so sweetly to take you to the gallery where we could be alone?"

Of course. It was coming back to her now. Oberyn was his name. She saw the way he looked at her and took him for an easy mark. The gallery held a safe behind one of the many expensive paintings, she just had to get him distracted before neutralizing him.

"Let me refresh your memory. You had me pressed against the wall, claiming my mouth for your own. Oh I bet you thought you were in control, didn't you? So high on your perceived power, didn't even question it when I wanted your dress fully off. The moment it hit the floor, I made my move."

He lifted the lifeless black gown up now. "Beautiful piece of work, this is. Shame to see it go."