Time to lose the robe

"Welcome back," the host said as the commercials ended. "I'm still here with Emilia Clarke, talking about the behind the scenes stories from Game of Thrones. Let's get back into it with another iconic scene: the hatching of the dragons."

The scene in question played on the monitor. Daenerys emerged from the flames of Khal Drogo's funeral pyre, her birthday suit covered in soot, cowering behind her newly-hatched dragons.

"Stop looking at me!" she squeaked, the redness of her face visible through the dirt on her cheeks.

"Now I'm going to guess you didn't use actual dragons for this scene!" the host joked.

"No, no, that was all special effects," Emilia chuckled. "I had some green balls I held in front of myself, and the effects team then changed that to some CGI dragons in the final edit.

Smiling, the host was dramatically handed the props the robed girl had been talking about.

"Now unfortunately, we don't have the technology here to turn these into dragons for the people at home, but maybe you could demonstrate how they work?"

"Err...OK," Emilia shrugged, rising to her bare feet, kneeling on the carpet, and picking up the props. "So I had one here...and the other sort of here," she explained, holding one in front of her chest, and the other between her legs. "I was quite tricky, because obviously I didn't want everyone seeing my boobs, but I think I just about managed it."

"So you were naked the whole time?" the host asked.

"Well...err...yes, of course."

"Fantastic! If you wouldn't mind taking that robe off, we can see what this all looked like.

Emilia very much did mind, but she knew that she didn't have any choice in the matter.

Standing up and facing away from the camera, the Brit unfastened her only garment, and reluctantly allowed it to fall down her arms into a neat pile onto the floor. Crouching down, and aware that she was pointing her buttocks towards the cameras, Emilia scooped up the balls and positioned them across herself. Satisfied that she had covered all of the important areas, the brunette turned around-

"Hey!"

A producer had darted forwards and scooped up her discarded robe.

"Don't worry, Emilia, we'll hang onto it for now, we don't want it getting in the way," the host explained, as Emilia dropped to her knees again.

"So...yeah, something a bit like this," Emilia explained, her voice at an atypically higher pitch.

"I can see you're just as embarrassed now as you were during filming," the host teased. "We don't quite have the budget to take you to Spain to properly reenact this, so we'll just have to make do."

Emilia had to fight back tears as she shivered naked on the floor of her own house. Even though she'd been naked in every on-screen job she'd had, the action of shedding all of her clothing on camera had never gotten any easier.