Littlefinger

"Lord Baelish, Lord Varys requested I bring this scum to you. She's a murderer."

Setting you down at the feet of Petyr Baelish, Ser Ian takes his leave and goes back to the barracks. You're shaking with fear. After being rawed by Ian you're rattled, but who knows what this man will do to you. Everyone has heard stories about Littlefinger, even you when you were still Dante the merchant.

"Don't be frightened little one. I can only imagine what that brute did to you. It's alright now, I take care of my girls." He was comforting. His soft tone made you feel a little better. "Bessie will show you to your room. Get washed up and come see me in the morning for training."

A middle-aged woman entered completely naked. Bessie, you presumed. She had the largest set of tits you'd ever seen on a woman. She grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall. You heard faint moans and screams coming from behind closed doors. "This here is the bathing room. And over here is the quarters. This is your room. Do you have a name?"

Good question. You certainly weren't Dante. "Uhm, Diana." Bessie nodded. "Well Diana, you'll go by Dee around here. The guests like short names. Do as lord Baelish said. Wash up, get a meal in the kitchen and then off to bed with ya. No work for you tonight. By the looks of it, seems you've already been at it." She motioned to the cum dripping down to the floor from under your oversized shirt.

You enter the room and see a dresser, a mirror, and a small bed. It looks cozy considering what you'd been through. In the dresser was assorted gowns and linens. Designed to fit most of the girls who worked here.

A quick bath allows you to wash the cum off of yourself and you do your best to get it out of you. Bessie left a straight razor and told you to take all of the hair off below your neck. You shave your legs, and your pussy bare. It was easy to figure out you'd be the young girl in the establishment, so they'd want you bare.

You grab a bowl of stew from the kitchen and savor every bite like it's lemon cake and crab. You fill up and head to your room. The brothel is eerily quiet. You know there's at least 20 people in the building but you don't see anyone.

In your room you strip from your gown and lay in bed, it is so warm and soft, you drift off almost instantly.