Oh yes

"Sansa?" Ned cried in shock.

"Father!" His 18 year-old daughter screamed, pulling silken blankets around herself to protect her assets from his paternal gaze, still firmly planted on her King's fat cock.

"Robert! What is the meaning of this?" Eddard shouted at his old friend.

"Oh don't be angry Ned, think of it as diplomacy, northern relations." Robert replied, reaching out a hand to squeeze one of Sansa's perfectly round cheeks.

"I want our houses to be one, you see, and I thought as long as we use Sansa for a marriage pact, I might as well sample the merchandise beforehand." Robert reached up to Sansa's chest, gently pulling away the bedclothes, while lifting her up to continue her previous occupations.