Seduce Sansa with Gilly's help

You want Sansa, but you don't just want her body. You want her to be truly yours, devoted to you, maybe even make her your wife - she is the most beautiful girl you've seen so far. She has no reason to like or trust you, and she's not the type of girl who can be swayed by fancy words or your ruggedly handsome looks. After a bit of thinking, you realize the problem - once you're sexing the little redhead, you're sure you can make her love it so much that she'll want to be yours - but in order to sex her, you need her trust. So you need an entry into this deadlock - Gilly.

You call her to your room and explain your plan. Since she is just your concubine, Sansa has no reason to feel any animosity towards her, and since she's a girl, Sansa won't feel threatened and might be more willing to give in to her advances. Gilly is enthusiastic about the plan; she clearly has the hots for for the Stark girl as well. You know you don't have unlimited time, but fucking the flower of the North is worth at least a few days of delay. What good is a successful conquest of Westeros when you don't enjoy its women?

After some searching, you find a gorgeous dress for Gilly (one of Sansa's old ones she's grown out of). You actually find Gilly quite cute in her simple rags, but for her task she needs to look proper and elegant. She looks absolutely stunning, and after fucking her in the dress, you send her to Sansa's room to begin her task.

The next evening, while Gilly is visiting Sansa's room, you have a surprising visitor: Jeyne Poole. You ask her in and offer her some wine. "What can I do for you?"

Without blinking an eye, Jeyne says "You can do me."

You raise your eyebrows. "I'm sorry?"

She gives you her best bedroom eyes. "From all I've heard about you, you love to defile every girl you can get your hands on. Maybe I'm not as pretty as Sansa, but I know how to please a man."

"So you've come here to offer yourself? What's in it for you?"

"Oh, the sex isn't my offer. I know you could just take me by ****. What I want is to become your concubine or wife or whatever you call it - equal in status to all the princesses you will likely have in your harem once you're King of Westeros. Pretty dresses, my own handmaidens, the whole deal."

"King of Westeros, huh?" The girl seems quite perceptive, having understood your intentions to conquer the whole country and your ambition to become King without even talking to you before. "Concubine to the King is quite a prestigious position for a servant girl. What are you offering in return?"

"Sansa, milord."

Once again, you raise your eyebrows. "Sansa?"

She smiles. "You want her more than anything else. And I can deliver her right into your bed. I know you've set your little wildling slut on the case, but I've been friends with Sansa since childhood. We've shared a bed, we've bathed naked together, I even fucked her once. I can make sure she's yours."