He can at least cover himself a bit

Bran had managed to grab the nightgown before the door had opened. The Stark turned and tried to hide what he could of his sister's breasts and womanhood. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the red woman and Stannis following behind.

"I see you have discovered your new form, milady." Melisandre jested. Bran's cheeks went hot with embarrassment, knowing how unseemly he was like and not liking the way he'd been addressed. The Baratheon barely showed any surprise. As if he'd been expecting to see Bran in such deplorable state. The Stark hadn't even considered running away and resigned himself to be stuck with his captors inside the room.

"Would you be so kind to step forward Bran?" At least she had adressed him by his name. Bran shily did so, fabric hiding his big rack.

"Lose this gown for a moment, please." She continued.

"Wh-what? I'll be completely na-"

"Do as you're told!" Stannis interrupted him. His thunderous voice making the Stark shudder a bit. Hesitantly, he loosened his grip on the fabric and he felt it slowly slide down Sansa's breasts, revealing her gorgeous form. His hands went to his sides and Bran found it really hard keeping himself together.

"My-my lady, could you please let me wear something?" Sansa's voice came out shily, Bran was afraid to antagonize the Baratheon in front of him.

"In a moment. Our king must inspect you fully first." His sister's cheeks went even more red with embarrassment.

Stannis suddenly seemed much taller and stronger than before. The Stark was conscious that he couldn't oppose him in Sansa's body, and it was the reason he let the man watch him bare.

Suddenly, the Stormlander bent down to inspect his sister's maidenhood. Bran couldn't take it anymore and instinctively closed his legs, hiding it behind his dainty hands. The man seemed annoyed with that reaction.

"Do not worry, your grace. I can assure he's as much Sansa Stark down there as he is up here." That seemed to bring some calm to the impatient Baratheon. Bran was certainly unhappy hearing that but imagined that was most likely, even if he hadn't really checked it there himself.

"Please... uhmmm... Lord Stark, take a seat." Melisandre gestured to the stool in front of the dresser. Bran felt the hard wood against his plump ass and quickly closed his legs to hide the sex he imagined to be there. The weight hanging from his chest felt really off and was difficult to hide behind Sansa's thin arms.