Daenerys leaves the room, leaving you with the women

"Prepare him for me," the white-haired girl commanded. "I shall return once you're done." She turned on her heel and left the chamber, the door slamming shut behind her. You struggled but the two girls pinning you simply smiled. The one straddling you shuffles forward until she is sitting firmly on your chest.

"Our Queen," the girl says. "Wants you to submit to her." You could tell from the girl's hesitation that the Common Tongue is not her first language. "She has commanded us to make you submit." Seeing her fully now, you acknowledged her bronze skin, her curved figure and her dark, sultry eyes. Dothraki, you guessed.

"I will never submit to women," you spat. "I am Aegon VI Targaryen. I am-!"

But you were cut off as the girl pinning your arms rested her feet on your face. You could see the Dothraki girl smirk through the toes of the other girl. "You will submit to us," the girl purred. "It's just a matter of how painful your ordeal will be..."

The girl pinning your arms removed her feet, then, and you felt her legs slide smoothly around your neck. She, too, was Dothraki, and slightly prettier than the girl straddling you. You felt the strength of her thighs that you assumed came from her riding lifestyle. You felt that the girl could snap your neck without a second thought.

"So what will it be?" the girl straddling you asked. "Will you submit, or do we have to hurt you?"