Emilia takes a bath

Daenerys walked into her chambers to see her new handmaiden, Missandei, in the final stages of drawing a bath for her.

"It is ready for you, Your Grace."

"Thank you," Dany replied, awkwardly standing in the doorway. She still felt uncomfortable stripping off in front of her Dothraki handmaidens, and she'd known them for years. She'd known Missandei for barely a week!

"Err...would you mind turning around while I undress?" she asked.

After throwing Dany a curious glance, the former **** girl did as she was told, placing her hands over her eyes for good measure.

When she was confident that Missandei couldn't see her, the Targaryen queen stepped out of her sandals, her bare feet twitching as they adjusted to the cool floor. She loosened her dress until it was able to slide down her body and pool around her feet. After slipping out of her underclothes, Dany wrapped her arms around her torso, scurried across to the bath, and quickly lowered her body below the water.

"OK, you can look now!" Dany announced, cringing at how pathetic she must sound.

Daenerys heard the younger girl approach, who presently began to gently wash her silver hair.

Suddenly realising that her body was still visible through the translucent water, Dany subtly moved her arms to protect her modesty...although not subtly enough for the movement to go undetected.

"What's so funny?" Dany asked as Missandei giggled.

"Forgive me, Your Grace, it's just...I didn't expect you to be so shy about your body."

"Well, I am!" Dany squirmed. "Please, can we talk about something else?!"

Ever the faithful handmaiden, Missandei kept her thoughts about Dany's shyness to herself.

When Daenerys couldn't take the awkwardness any longer, she declared that she wanted to get out, and asked Missandei to fetch a towel.

She heard the young girl cross the room...and then gasp.

Twisting around, the Khaleesi saw Daario Naharis holding a knife to Missandei's throat.

"Get out!" Dany shrieked. "And...and let her go!" she immediately felt terrible; had she really just put her modesty ahead of her handmaiden's life?

"Do not scream, I have not come here to kill you."

"Well what do you want?" Dany asked, her bright red face the only part of her body that wasn't submerged.

"I want you, Khaleesi. My fellow sellswords disagreed about the governance of Yunkai." Missandei gasped as he emptied the contents of a sack onto the floor; it was the severed heads of the sellswords. "Let's just say they won't be disagreeing with me anymore."

"O...OK, so you want to fight for me?" Dany stammered. "Very well, a-as your Queen, I...I accept you into my s-service." It was hard for her to maintain formality when she was nude in the tub! "Now will you please leave?!"

Smirking at how embarrassed the beautiful Westerosi was, Daario Naharis bowed and retreated. It was only a matter of time before he'd see the naked body of Daenerys Targaryen.

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"What a brilliant scene!" the host exclaimed. "I bet you're getting flashbacks right now!"

Emilia nodded as she squirmed in the bath.

"I don't know why it took so many takes to do that scene," she squeaked. "I think they just wanted to keep me naked."

"Quite right, too! If you want to follow me, Emilia, let's continue Dany's journey to Westeros."

Keeping her arms clamped to her torso, Emilia struggled out of the bath, taking care not to slip as her wet feet touched down on the floor.

There wasn't a towel in sight, so the soaking wet girl left a trail of water as she shuffled after the host, mortified that she was being denied clothes in her own house.

"As we know, Daenerys eventually makes her way to Meereen, where she holds court in traditional Meereenese fashion; topless."

Emilia cringed as she was shown a short clip of a red-faced Dany, bare from the waist up, cupping her breasts and shivering while she ruled the city.

"T-that was awful to film," the brunette explained. "It was a freezing set, and I had so many people LOOKING at me. I kept asking if I could at the very least wear a bra, but the producers said no."

"Well I imagine bras didn't exist in Essos," the host responded, "and it wouldn't be very good TV if you'd been allowed to hide your boobs."

As they were talking, the Brit was being led outside into the garden. Her shivers became uncontrollable as a cold breeze blew over her wet skin.

The host was asking her a question, but Emilia was too distracted by the contraption that had been erected in her garden to pay attention. It was a tall, narrow glass box, with tubes and pipes connected to the top and the base.

"W-what's that?" she asked through chattering teeth.

"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise! Step inside, Emilia, and we can get the fun started!"

Suspecting that their definitions of "fun" weren't the same, the shivering brunette reluctantly stepped inside the box.