The Balcony of Her Private Chambers atop The Great Pyramid

Dany nodded to herself, then directed Drogon to swoop down toward the Pyramid. She had a plan: If all went as expected, she would fly Drogon up to the balcony connected directly to her chambers, near the top of Meereen's Great Pyramid. Once there, she would slip into her rooms, find some decent clothes and saunter confidently downstairs, reassuming her rightful place on Meereen's throne and spending the next few days slowly filling out some elaborate tale of her exploits away from the city. Obviously, none of the events that had transpired in the past few days could be relayed, at least not in their original form; the near-constant nudity, the sexual humiliation, all of it would need to be...massaged.

After all, it wouldn't do for the people of Meereen to hear of how their Mhysa had been taken captive, repeatedly stripped, and made a near constant spectacle.

She leaned forward on Drogon's back, sighing to herself. She feared she'd never live this down. Even if no living soul ever heard of it, even if Moro's Khalasar hadn't survived to spread the word of their brief, erotic dominion over Daenerys Targaryen, she would know. Deep down she would always remember the complete implosion of her authority and dignity over the past few days, and it would sting as keenly as all those hands on her arse.

Drogon finally touched down. Dany unclenched her thighs and quickly slid off the great black Dragon's back and onto the balcony. Moving into her chambers proper at a brisk walk, she turned a corner and immediately jumped back in shock.