Emilia's first nude scene

After the opening titles rolled, the camera showed a lounge, with the host sitting in one comfy armchair, and Emilia Clarke in the other, a TV monitor positioned between them.

The Brit's makeup couldn't hide her blush, and her nervousness extended to her extremities. Her fingers drummed on the arms of the chair, and her bare toes twitched on the carpet.

Her trepidation was understandable. She was dressed only in a white robe, which Emilia had made sure covered her knees and that the gap between the two sides of the garment didn't expose any thigh.

"Hello, Emilia. Thank you for welcoming us into your home. The house that boobs built, I suppose you could call it."

"Err...yeah," the brunette laughed.

"We may as well get right to it. Everyone remembers that first-ever episode of Game of Thrones. There was so much hype around finally seeing George RR Martin's fantasy epic on screen, and we got payoff within the first few minutes; our first chance to see your naked body. Before we talk about how that came about, let's watch that scene back."

The monitor flickered into life, and a memorable scene was replayed; Daenerys having a bath in Illyrio's villa in Pentos.

"I actually only found out a few minutes before this scene that I was going to have to be naked quite a lot of the time," Emilia explained.

"Really?" said the host, intrigued. "They didn't tell you that at the audition."

"No, they obviously thought I would have turned down the role, they only told me when it was too late to back out."

A scream interrupted their commentary; Daenerys had submerged herself up to the neck and two handmaidens entered, trying not to laugh at the embarrassed young woman.

"Ah yes, this was a big change from the books," the host nodded. "They made Dany really shy and scared of being seen naked by anyone. Did that pose any challenges for you?"

"No, because it was humiliating for me!" Emilia clarified, beet red. "That isn't Dany being embarrassed in the bath, that is all me!"

As Dany reluctantly climbed out of the bath, the reel was paused.

"This was the moment when we knew this show would be a hit," the host declared. "A beautiful, 25-year-old woman, soaking wet, stark naked, and embarrassed; what's not to love?"

Emilia sank low into her armchair, visibly cringing. She buried her face in her hands and curled her bare toes, the horrific memories of her time on set rushing back to her.

The brunette peaked through her fingers and couldn't help admiring the 25-year-old Emilia on the monitor. She supposed that she should take it as a compliment that the producers thought her attractive enough to want to strip her stark naked every day.

"Aging happens to all of us, I'm afraid, Emilia," the host said, correctly reading her expression. "But you've been blessed in that you're still as smoking hot now as were you 12 years ago."

Emilia smiled weakly and felt a different kind of shyness wash over her. If the rest of the show was going to be giving her a series of compliments about her appearance, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad...the pervy and insensitive comments aside.