Enter the room

Inside you find two people. A completely naked Dornish woman who was quite possibly the most beautiful person you'd ever laid eyes on. The second, a hulking mass of a man who made Ser Ian look small. He was at least 7 feet tall but the difference was, he was handsome too.

You sheepishly enter, hiding inside your robe and looking straight to the floor. The woman speaks. "See Joren? I told you Baelish would provide." She got approached you and grabbed your face like you would a show-dog. She began to inspect your features, smelling your torso, making you open your mouth, poking and prodding at your limbs. "She's prime stock. What's your name, girl?

You squeak out your new name almost too quietly to be heard, "Dee." The woman wasn't pleased. "I said. What is your name whore?" You speak up a little. "Dee, m'lady." She smiles and throws her hands up. "And she speaks! How old are you, Dee the whore?" This was it, Littlefinger had made it clear you were the child in the institution. You know you're at least 18, but you tell her, "I just turned 15 m'lady." She looks even happier, she whispers in your ear. "I know that's not true but you're smart to keep that to yourself around him." She gestures to Joren.

Joren finally stands up, he's only wearing a white shirt and baggy breeches. "Alright, girl. Get over here." You hastily scurry over to his chair and look straight up at him. He's got 2 + feet on you. A fucking giant in your eyes. "Am I your first, girl?" You nod innocently. He's not, but 2nd is close enough. "Good."