The door on the left

The doorway opens into a dark corner of a large, extravagant room. The walls are hand painted scenes of forestry and hunting, the ceiling so high that the golden chandelier is reduced to a handful of yellow twinkles in your eye.

The two women sitting on the gold and green furniture have not noticed your entrance. You crouch behind a pillowed chair as you consider your next move.

“… and we both know he gets a kick out of it anyway, being left down there by himself like a naughty child being punished. I’ll let him stew down there for an hour or so. He’s in the cushion chamber on the far right of the dungeons, he’ll be more than comfortable.” A deep female voice speaks casually while her smaller friend drinks from a teacup. “Tywin’s visits have been keeping me so busy I scarcely have time for my other clients. And of course there’s the issue of… well, you know.”

Your ears perk up at the mention of Tywin’s name. It sounds like the women are discussing secrets about the Lord Lannister.

“Oh I’ve heard,” comes a much younger, more feminine voice. “Don’t give into him, Madame, you mustn’t lower yourself into such perversions. There are many women in this establishment that would be happy to take his money for what he wants.”

“He doesn’t want them,” the older woman says, with a certain pride in her voice. “Tywin likes a woman who can dominate him. I’ve beaten men, flogged men, even burned men, but never have I taken a man as a man takes a woman, and no matter how much gold Tywin offers me, I shall never lower myself to it.”

You realise the importance of what you are hearing. It seems the great Tywin Lannister has something of a domination fetish, and not only that, he has been trying to convince his dominatrix to fuck him too.

This information is valuable. Valuable enough perhaps to secure an alliance for your kingdom.