She manages to fight you off

Suddenly you feel her foot land in your face and your back is against the carpet, the girl standing up. Her foot lands in your side again and again. You curl up, trying to protect your stomach with your arms as she kicks at you again and again with a passionate fury. She only stops when it becomes tiring, straddling your waist. You are sweating heavily, panting.

she utters something in Dothraki and the other girl tosses her dark stockings from the queen’s nightstand. The one straddling you swiftly raises both of your arms above your head, tying your wrists together with the cloth and, displaying shocking agility, pins it down with her foot while still sitting on your waist. She cups your cheek, grinning mischievously.

“You just chose your own punishment.”