Shreds it

"Hey what are you doing?"

Oberyn was not listening to her. He was carefully shredding the skirt into evenly sized strips with just his hands.

"You won't be needing this anymore. I have a better use for this expensive fabric."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Finally, some good instincts. Do you know who you messed with, Nova?"

She gulped, "I never told you my name."

"No, you didn't. But unlike you, when I lay a trap, I do my research. We had whole betting pools on which of your little coven would be dumb enough to fall for it. You were a leading favorite, but that probably was just wishful thinking given," he held up the bodice of her gown, gesturing to the ample size of the cups. "Which by the way, we also know the exact measurements of, thanks to that dress maker of yours. He's a drinking buddy of mine, handed them over for a pint and threw in a description of what undergarments you favor."

Nova's face flushed. The idea of her measurements being bought and sold was humiliating, even for someone so proud of her body.

"Alright, you win."

"Clearly," his eyes roughly grazed down her sheet -covered body.

"You won, I lost, what's my petenance? The stocks?"

Oberyn laughed again, throw the strips of fabric in a boiling couldron containing a strange, thick, purple liquid.

"And get a few hours or days of enjoyment out of it? No, no. I'm the King's Justice, and my justice lasts forever."