Let her wash you

Again, you are surprised, but after thinking for a minute, you answer with "I suppose so. Only if you do not mind, though."

"I don't," she assures you. She then unfastens her breastplate and sets it on the ground. Then she slips off the layer of chainmail she is wearing underneath. She then removes the rest of her armor until she is down to her own tunic and breeches. The tunic must be a little small for her, given how her large breasts strain against it. Her nipples are clearly visible through the tunic, as well.

"Why are you undressing, too?" you ask, bewildered.

"I do not wish to risk getting my armor wet," Brienne informs you, "It would be bad if rusted somehow. Besides... the tourney is over, and I am not guarding my king. There is no reason for me to be in armor at the present."

"That makes sense," you mutter in agreement.

Brienne then starts to pour the contents of the buckets into the tub, alarming you. As she empties each one in quick succession, she remarks "You may wish to remove those" and gestures to your smallclothes.

You meekly nod your head, turn your back towards her, and remove your smallclothes. You blush furiously and sink into the water. It is almost scaling hot, but not nearly boiling.

Brienne proceeds to wash you up. As she washes your hair, you say "May I ask why you are doing this for me, my lady? A maiden as beautiful and as strong as you shouldn't trouble herself with such a menial task."

Now, Brienne blushes from being addressed as "beautiful." It is as though she is unused to that label. Then she tells you "You may think so, but I do not mind. Any task King Renly gives me, I accept with eagerness. Aside from that... I enjoy caring for those younger than myself."

You suppose those are both good reasons. "In any case, thank you."

"You are quite welcome," she tells you. After rinsing your hair, she scrubs your chest and back next. She notes how toned your arms and chest are. "You seem to be in excellent physical condition."

"I try to be," you tell her. Despite your below-average height, you have a very strong physique, which you have built up and consistently maintained throughout your life in order to survive all on your own. Although there is no chance you are as strong as Brienne, if SHE is impressed by your muscles, that might say something about your chances with women.

Brienne does your arms and legs next, and she insists on washing your bottom and groin, as well. Somehow, she talked you into letting her. Then again, it may not have taken as much convincing as one might think. You notice she seems impressed with what is... down there. She can feel how stiff you get from her touch. Luckily, you don't go off.

Once you are totally clean, Brienne helps you step out of the bath, and she towels you off vigorously. Once you are dry, she helps you dress in a fresh pair of breeches and a new tunic, and over that, she puts you in a soft, silken robe.

"There we go," she says proudly, "Now, it is almost noon. Would you care for something to eat, or would you rather get some rest?"

What do you decide?