Expensive Inn

As you walk through King's Landing, you quickly find an attractive-looking place to spend the night. You look down at what you are wearing and think for a second that this peasant garb may preclude you from staying here.

However, you convince yourself that the gold alone should carry the day here. You walk in and approach a man whom you can only assume is the proprietor. As you walk toward the desk, you look around the lobby - though devoid of people, you are surrounded by the trappings of the ultra-wealthy. Luxuriant frescoes cover an arched ceiling, curtains of rich purple silk cover the windows.

You hear a cough from the desk.

"Can I, um, help you," the man asks, rather snobbishly.

"Yes, I'd like a room," you say, holding open a bag full of golden dragons.

He looks down into the bag, and several emotions flash across his face in quick succession - first shock, then embarrassment, and finally back to the same stiff-lipped, business-only one he had when you walked in.

"Certainly, sir," he responds, finally, as he starts guiding you down the corridor to his left. He produces a key from his pocket and unlocks a door, revealing what, to you, is likely amongst the most extravagant rooms you could find.

The same silk drapes from the lobby adorn each window, the furniture is all the most exquisite weirwood, and at the centre of it all is a large bed.

"I'll take it," you almost shout, before following up, "for two nights." You hand over the gold to the proprietor, who hands you the key in exchange.

"Very good, sir. One last item of interest for you - if you would like, free of any charge, we have quite an exceptional woman we could send to your room tomorrow for special services."