Sansa, did you really think it would be that easy?

"We do?" Sansa breathed, still focused on the hallway behind Margaery, fiercely aware of her own exposure? She tried to collect herself as best she could, though, focused back on Margaery's forehead - her eyes were far too dangerous. "We do, my Lady," she said, a little surer of herself.

"But first," Margaery said, and dropped her dress.

She was fully bare below, and Sansa couldn't help but glance.

And look away.

And glance again.

Margaery's skin was tanner than Sansa's own paleness. There were no lines, either, where her skin would be covered - every centimetre seemed to have recieved the same level of sunlight.

Sansa blushed at the implication of that.

Whilst Sansa had a patch of firey curls between her thighs, Margaery's was trimmed to a fineness, almost not there.

Sansa blushed even more when Margaery made eye contact, then walked over, closer, reached out-

"Oh good," Margaery said, "The water is still hot." She brushed her fingers across the surface, then climbed in. "Join me, would you? You're already clean, I'm sure, but baths are far more fun with a friend."

"Should we not... Close the door, first, my Lady?"

"Nonsense. What if someone requires my attention?"

Would her face ever cease being red? Sansa doubted it, as she was **** to uncover herself, climbed to sit in opposite from Margaery, then brought her knees to her chest.

"Now, we shall talk."