You win

Somehow, you defeat her. You sit on her, clamping her hands and legs down with your arms, trying not to be distracted by her wonderful tits.

'Aegon is the winner!' A voice shouts as all the women sit shocked. 'He is free to leave the city. Stand, victor of the Arena, and rest. You've earned it!' You stand, still amazed and very tired, as your victory was extremely hard fought.

'Very impressive,' says Daenerys,'I did not expect a boy to win at all. I will offer you to stay the night in my bedchamber before you return to Westeros. Will you take me up on that offer?' Your mouth dries up as watch her lovely lithe form move. Do you take her up on that offer, or are you too distracted and mesmerised by her body?