Yes! But, let's make sure we understand each other

"Melisande," you say to her, trying to keep your wits about you - there's something about this woman that's just incredibly aluring, and you can see why someone like her late husband would have been willing to give up lands, titles, and wealth for her.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" she replies, twirling her hair just a bit and looking coy and innocent.

How does she do that? you can't help but wonder. Melisande is not, to be fair, a woman in the flower of youth any longer; she is certainly no crone, but she has seen forty summers or more. And yet, it seems that just be opening her eyes a little wider and looking at you in just the right way, she can appear as a woman twelve years younger. "Melisande, before we go any further, please be aware that I cannot make the choice of who is to be my queen lightly. I would not want you to feel slighted should another woman be chosen as the one who wears the crown."

"I appreciate your candor, Sire," she says. "May I be so bold as to ask that for just one moment, I be permitted to address you as a man rather than a King?"

"Of course," you reply.

"Good. Then forget for a time about this nonsense of finding a queen, get over here, and fuck me."

Well, it would be rude to deny a lady such a request! You cross the room to her and, as she remains seated, kneel down to kiss her. Melisande opens her lips and plunges an eager, probing tongue into your mouth, at the same time pulling your hands up to her full and heavy breasts.

Then you feel another pair of hands coming around from behind you, deftly untying your riding cape and then the laces on your tunic. "Don't mind me, Sire," Sanja whispers in your ear, "just lending a bit of a helping hand where I can... I do so love to serve my mistress, you know."

"If you would rather, I can send Sanja back downstairs," Melisande says, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to do so. "Mmm... The tavern is busy today, but it can be nice to have an extra pair of hands... and lips, and breasts, if that suits your fancy, Xavier. I know it suits mine... but if you truly are seeking a queen, mayhaps it would be best if you knew me on my own. I'll be woman enough for you either way, of that you can be sure!"

"Just so's you know, I'll take no offense if you would have me depart, Sire," Sanja whispers, in your other ear this time. "I can surely understand why you'd want to taste the wine before you add the cloves and honey, after all... and once you've drunk of my mistress, I've little doubt you'll be back to fill your glass again. But if you like your wine with a little spice, I'll gladly provide!"