Strip her

Daenerys stands tall and unafraid, confidant that she will be safe from being his bedslave at least. Khal Moro then grabs the collar of her dress like he was before she had spoken, “stop!” Daenerys orders, “unhand m—“ but her yelling in The Khal’s native tongue does not serve as the same shield that it once did. She goes into a stunned silence as her dress is torn from the front down to her waist, exposing her breasts and her navel to The Khal who looks upon her chest with hungry eyes. She moves her arms up and covers her breasts with them as the Khal pulls at the fabric in his hand again, causing her dress to fall to her ankles. “Hands at your waist, Drogo’s Widow” Khal Moro orders, “or I will have you whipped till you are near dead.” Daenerys frown, her brows furrow, and her eyes stare at the Khal’s with a fury of the dragons who’s blood she shares as she moves her arms toward her waist, letting all in Khal’s tent to get a good look at the beautiful young queen.

“What did I tell you” Khal Moro tells the others as he circles The Mother of Dragons in an effort to further view the great beauty, “there is nothing better than seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time.” All of the men and all of them Khal’s wives laugh as Khal Moro whispers into her ear.

“You will be dressed exactly as you are all the way back to Vaes Dothrak, girl. Though I cannot fuck you, I will watch you while I fuck my wives, and I will gaze upon you while we ride to Vaes Dothrak. There we will see what will be done with you. I know what I want to be done...”