Screw this, Make her a Woman!

You think for a few moments about what reward would give you the most lasting benefit. As you think, you look over to the bed to see the queen lying on her back, sighing.

The way she is positioned accentuates her young breasts and flat stomach - sending a lustful surge to your mind. You have the queen of Westeros, maybe the most attractive, most valuable, wealthiest woman in the known world in your bed and a virgin to boot. What would any sane man do in this situation - it's now obvious to you; take her maidenhood and claim her as your own.

You quickly advance on the bed, a lecherous grin on your face. She looks at you, and seeing the expression on your face, looks increasingly worried.

"Please don't," she whimpers out as she struggles to get free of her restraints.

You ignore her pleas and leap onto the bed. Your rock-hard cock is straining at your pants, hovering just inches above the queen's barely concealed maidenhood. You stare down at her intoxicating body, her sheer nightgown struggling to conceal her toned stomach or breasts.

As you reach down to strip off your pants, you feel a sudden sharp pain in your groin - the queen's foot quickly withdraws from your testicles as she jumps off of the bed. You curl up in pain and before your can even process what is going on, you feel a sharp stabbing pain in your chest - you look down to see the queen sticking you through with a hot poker. As she escapes through your front door, you slowly fade out to black.

GAME OVER: YOU DIE FROM YOUR INJURIES.