Morning; Meeting with Shireen

You wake up the next morning, still aroused from how you fingered Shireen to a climax last night. You clean yourself off quickly, before devouring the meal your servant had brought you,

Afterwards, you swiftly make your way to the grand entrance, where you see a single man-at-arms, wearing a doublet emblazoned with a flaming stag. As you make your way down the stairs, he looks to you.

"John?" he asks.

"That is my name."

"The Lady Shireen has requested that you go to her carriage for the journey ahead. It is the largest amongst the convoy."

"And she is already there, waiting?"

"Yes."

There was no further instruction needed, you thought, as you walked out of Storm's End and approached the convoy of carriages. You quickly spot the largest one, about double the size of any other.

Without knocking, you opened the door and climbed inside.

On one side of the carriage you spotted a rough, wooden bench. And then you looked over to the other side.

Shireen sat on a bed, wearing a sheer nightgown of red silk that it looked like she had never worn before. She had deep bags under her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept at all the previous night. But what you noticed more than anything was the hand she had between her legs, moving quickly as your eyes met hers.

"I was thinking," she gasped out, moaning as she did, "that we might continue from where we left off last night."