To find Arya there

Sansa shyly entered her room. She almost jumped at the sight of Arya. But the redhead quickly composed herself and silently started to pack her things.

She didn't fail to notice the stench of what she thought was sweat coming from her little sister though. The Stark would normally voice her indignation but there were other things in her mind at the moment. Large, phallic shaped things.

Sansa shook her head in disgust. An upstanding and innocent lady like her couldn't possibly be thinking about such improper things. Especially about her own brother. Sinful! Sinful and disgusting and unladylike!

Then why in seven hells was her mouth watering to that image? It looked so big and strong and firm that she could easily...

No! Sansa shook her head again, trying her best to get ready for the parting feast of tonight.