Daenerys gets caught.

Two dozen men scattered around the brothel's main floor stood between and her freedom. The collar around her neck tightened. She watched and waited. She could not see the Harpies anywhere and a part of her hoped they had left, but she could not be sure. The Lady of the House stood by the bar watching.

With her head down, she hurried towards the front entrance hoping nobody would notice her, nobody would try to stop her, nobody would dare try to buy her for the night.

"You!" she heard a voice call out and froze. She turned to see him. The Harpy, his eyes still red from the sand, his mask lashed to his belt. He moved towards her, grabbing her by her arm, his eyes narrowing.

"You look like her," he said.

Daenerys looked around the room at the dozen other women there, then caught the eye of the Lady who was watching before turning back to the Harpy.

"We all look like her." She bit her lip and swallowed her pride and dignity then put her hand gently on his arm. "Isn't that why you're here?"

He looked away, and she swore he almost looked disgusted, she could see his jaw clench through his cheeks. Thankfully he didn't seem to realize who she was.

He pulled her toward the bar, throwing down a few coins and receiving a drink in return. He quickly drank from it, spilling half of it over his cheeks.

She twisted her arm, trying to free herself. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I need to work," she said, looking around the room, at all the other girls servicing men, the older women who seemed to be watching her every move, and at the door that led to her freedom. The Harpy followed her gaze.

"Pathetic."

Daenerys’ brow furrowed.

"She took everything from us. Left us with nothing. But the men here do nothing. They grovel at her feet, beg for scraps of their lives back. Then come here to play pretend. Pretend like they have power again. If they want to fuck her Dragon Queen, they should storm the Great Pyramid and fuck her. They should not pretend."

"Then why are you here?" Daenerys spat.

He turned and glared at her for a moment, his jaw clenching.

"What is your name whore?"

Daenerys eyes narrowed at him, "Daenerys," she replied.

He laughed, "of course it is, and what is my name,"

"I do not know or care." she smiled sweetly, "I must go, the Lady of the House watches and does not pay me to talk."

The Harpy slammed his hand down on the table and lifted it, leaving a coin. She stared at the coin and felt light-headed. He wasn't buying another round, he was buying her.

He reached up, touching the gold loop on her slave collar. "What is my name, slave?"

Daenerys glared up at him, at the coin, 'Earn your coin or we'll hang you up and let every man have you,' the Lady's words rang in her ears. She grit her teeth and swallowed her dignity once again. "Master."

The Harpy smiled. "You are prettier than the others."

Daenerys forced a smile back at him. "Perhaps you would like to go to a private room?" If she got him alone maybe she could escape again.”