The Dragon Queen turns the other cheek(s)

Dany was certain things couldn't get any worse. Here she was, slowly developing quite the sunburn, naked as the day she was born in broad daylight, and worse, her impressive chest had just been slathered in 'ointment' and mercilessly jiggled this way and that. She looked down at her breasts, fearing the worst, and what she saw resembled nothing so much as two flushed, glistening and perfectly round tomatoes. Flecks of red were slowly creeping across the porcelain-like skin, and adding to the whole image; two small nipples, perfectly centred, like cherries atop a wedding cake, sticking proudly forward like the twin prows of some great ship.

The old woman saw her sizing herself up and laughed. "The ointment brings out a nice colour in you, girl," She reached out and flicked one of Dany's nipples, sending spasms of sensitivity rippling through her. The sensation was...not wholly unpleasant. Dany looked up and glared at her. "That's enough!" She thundered, in as imperious a tone as she could currently muster, naked and flushed as she was. "You've done more than enough with this 'ointment'! Now I demand—"

Dany was cut off by the woman's wagging finger. "No. The girl is wrong, we are not done. Not yet. She is unclothed, and in this heat, with such delicate, pale skin...yes, the rest must be...protected." She clapped her own hands now, and the other wives' collective grip on Dany tightened. "Turn her," the elder wife ordered. "The sun will be setting soon enough, our Khal takes us on an easterly heading to Vaes Dohtrak. The last few hours of sunlight will fall directly on the girl's...back," Dany might have imagined it, but there seemed to almost be a note of relish in the hag's voice. "We will apply the sacred ointments to that which will face the Sun, these last hours before nightfall."

"That which..." Dany trailed off, confused. Then, her eyes widened. If they were moving East, and the Sun set in the West, then...

"No! No, I forbid it! I will not be—" A hand, she saw not which woman it belonged to, reached down and slapped her on her ample hind quarters. Dany gasped at the sudden sting of it. Then, painfully slowly, and despite Dany's best attempts at resistance, the wives began to turn her body, so that she was facing the endless, desolate grasslands, and the Khal and his men were behind her. Another chorus of cheers went up, and Dany heard the Khal say: "It seems this day the Moon has risen early!" The humiliation of it all burned as hot as dragonfire.