Rose Leslie

The pretty redhead who played Ygritte on the show has always been a favorite of yours. So if Emilia really wants you to name your preference, that's it. It's highly unlikely, you think though, that Emilia can get her to come here to your porn shop and help convince you of whatever it is she's trying to convince you.

But Emilia greets her name with a big smile. And you can't help but wonder what that could mean. "Rose?" Emilia says, laughing to herself. "Rose is the horniest one of the bunch. Hornier than Sibel and she used to fuck for money." Emilia bounces up and down with goofy excitement. "If Rose is out of the country, she'll book a flight just to come here tomorrow."

"Okay" you say, not disbelieving her, but figuring that playing it cool has gotten you this far. Besides, Emilia Clarke bringing Rose Leslie here to convince you that they're both wild, horny, women. How likely does that really seem? You'll believe it when you see it.

And you do believe it when you see it the next day. Bright and early, almost as soon as the store opens its doors Emilia walks in with Rose at her side. You're dumbfounded.

Emilia wears a sweet blue and brown summer dress, cut short enough to make your eyes covet her pale thighs. And Rose wears a tight blue shirt, so tight that you can see the shape of her small, erect nipples underneath.

They're making every attempt to make their point.

"Now will you believe us?" Emilia demands, a big smile on her face.

"Believe what?" You ask. "That you're both slutty? I never doubted it."

Emilia's face is painted over with playful shock. "You did too!"

You shrug smugly. "You even flashed me, I believed you."

But Emilia, maybe fulfilling some need to reveal private, wild details to you, and insist you don't believe them, keeps going. "Rose here was such a fucking perv on set, she got a reputation." Rose just smiles. She always struck you as shy in interviews. "Even after she left the show, she made that horrible Vin Diesel movie... you know why?"

No, you think, you don't really care to know why. You want to know if you'll get to peel Rose out of that tight, white, top or if this whole thing is just going to be in exercise in arguing.

"He just wanted to fuck me." Rose shrugs quietly.

And you chuckle. "How did his wife feel about that?" you press.

Rose smirks. Her lips are pretty and pink, and up close you can see that her face is speckled in freckles. "She didn't mind me licking her clit while he fucked her."

"That's something of Rose's specialty" Emilia says. The strangeness of these two famous, gorgeous actresses being this dirty with you has not yet sunk in. "Whenever two people were fucking, Rose wanted to be licking it." Emilia bites her lip and winks at you.

What does that mean, you wonder.

"Want to see?" Rose asks.

What does that mean, you wonder more. And then silence. Rose and Emilia are waiting on an answer. And is there any reason not to give the obvious answer?