Jeyne

Jeyne Poole, the daughter of the steward of Winterfell.

She looks abashed as she opens the door and steps inside. Realising only afterwards that the three of you were stripped naked.

At the sight of your sweat-drenched bodies in the steam room, you can see her inability to process the situation form on her face. She in unsure where to look, and the sight is intoxicating.

"Robb, Theon, Jon, apologies. I was wondering... ummm... perhaps this isn't the best of times..." she turns to leave, but Theon stops her.

"Come now, Jeyne. It's quite alright. You've seen a naked boy before now, lass. What're you here for?" he lets the slimy quality of his words linger, and Robb can't help but smirk. You can see the discomfort she feels plain as day. Your cock tingles a little.

"Jeyne, it's quite alright. What brings you here?" You ask.

"Have any of you seen Sansa's sewing kit? She needs it for a lesson with Septa Mordane, and you know how she can be if you forget something." She asks.

"No, but I've got something I can give you instead?" Theon tugs his cock, and you realise, with a little surprise, all three of you are sporting raging erections. You hadn't realised you were quite so excited.

She looks disgusted, but Robb walks over to here and applies pressure to the door, stopping her from leaving. "Come, join us." Theon approaches her and circles her like a predator around his prey. She looks at you, and meekly walks over. When she gets to you, she looks at you, her eyes pleading.

She wants out.