Enquiring minds want to know.

As the fornicating crowd in the square grunted and moaned, Robb stiffened. He glanced at his mother, who watched the scene before them with a mixture of fascination and disapproval, and then stepped forward. "What is the meaning of this?" he declared.

One of the soldiers turned, in the middle of stroking his prick. "Who are you to ask?" he said, shoving his cock in the mouth of a woman who was already taking another man up her ass.

"Robb Stark, Lord Paramount of the North," declared Robb boldly, trying to avoid watching the debauched scene in front of him. "Here on my way to meet with King Joffery."

"His Grace? It's his orders we're following right now!" said the man with a laugh. He speared his manhood deeper into the woman's throat. "Oh, take it you bitch..."

Robb blinked despite himself. "I... are you telling me the King told you do... this?"

"That's what I just said," hissed the man, nestling the woman's face in his hands. "The grown female kin of those who follow the traitor lords are to be used as the whores they are." He pulled his prick out of the woman's mouth. "Isn't that right, slut? Aren't you a whore?"

The woman gave a quick nod. "Ohhh. Ohh, yes, sir. Yes, I am. A whore! Yes! FUCK!"

The man shoved his cock back in. "That's enough of that!" he declared with a chuckle. "There's better uses for that filthy mouth of yours..."