Take a hold of Lady Starks cheeks.

It was a calculated risk, maybe one too great to take, but the temptation was too strong.

“I am glad you decided to see reason, Lady Stark. I’d never want to harm you or any of your family. Especially not you with your lovely _assets.” _He said as he reached his hand up past his neck to take a firm grasp of Lady Starks rear.

There was a brief twitch in Catelyn’s step as she felt the dwarf squeeze at her rear, but she kept moving, not turning to reveal her reddened cheeks to the half-man.

“Lord Tyrion, what are you…?” She began, but a whistle from Tyrion cut her off.

“Forgive me, Lady Stark, but I simply could not help but notice the fine treats you’ve brought for me. Such lovely cake.” He said, moving his hand slightly lower to press up against her ass and grope at her ass cheek. The flesh beneath took shape with the clothes as he pressed against them, making the outline of Lady Catelyn’s ass more clearly defined.

Soon, one hand wasn’t enough, and Tyrion rose another to take hold of the other ass cheek and pressed the two together and apart in a smooth motion.

“Oh my, you’ve certainly got an entire bakery hidden beneath your skirt!” He declared, and by now the half-man walking behind the Lady Stark had begun to draw eyes from the passing servants and guards in the halls as Tyrion had expected. Good. Let them look. He’d endured the insult of being accused unjustly, and now he was simply taking his compensation.

“Lord Tyrion… please, others are watching…” Lady Stark whispered but Tyrion heard her.

“And why shouldn’t they? You’re a lovely woman, Lady Stark. Lord Eddard truly is a lucky man, but on closer inspection there’s plenty of you to go around.” Tyrion replied as he continued to fondle her rear. Whispers escaped from passing lips as eyes lingered on the perplexing sight in the halls of the Vale’s castle.

Catelyn maintained her stride as best she could, but no matter how composed her face was the redness in her cheeks remained. But she couldn’t stop this… she had made a grave mistake after all. This was necessary to make amends with Tyrion and the Lannisters… wasn’t it?

Finally, she reached the door to her own chambers, which had a Stark soldier standing guard outside. They bowed to the Lady as she approached, then had their eyes nearly shoot out of their sockets as they locked onto Tyrion behind her. His hand was reaching for the blade by his side before Lady Catelyn held up her own hand flat.

“No… it is… fine. Just ensure our privacy. Thank you…” She said, and the guards eyes snapped from her to the half-man and back to her several times before he nodded.

“As you command, my Lady.” He said as he opened the door and let them pass inside.

As he walked by the guard, looking up into his disgusted eyes, Tyrion grinned and pulled his hand back before delivering a soft slap against Catelyn’s rear.

“Do mind the door, won’t you?” He added before the door closed behind them, leaving them alone in Catelyn’s private chambers.