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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 19:59:23 GMT -5
"I never wanted to sit on his lap or anything else", she shook her head,rolling her eyes,"You wanted to gain the attention of men in a silly little game. Well, you have it. So enjoy, but I really hope, Lord Lanister will enjoy the story of a Reachman fucking his daughter.
She looked at Ser Bernard,"If you care to that would be fine." She got dressed.
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 20:02:02 GMT -5
"You're just a coward," Nymeria said to Melyssa, a teasing smile now on her face. She then looked back at Cockshaw.
"You call a girl a whore and expect her to sleep with you?" She raised an eyebrow.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 13, 2013 20:03:35 GMT -5
Bernard incline his head and dressed. He clapped his friend on the shoulder.
"Dont have too much fun Dick." He said, offering the Dornish girl his arm.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 20:04:45 GMT -5
"I will be a coward then, but atleast I won't be a slut, like you,"She shook her head,"I'm the whore, but she's the naked bitch on your lap", she chuckled heavily, opened the door and left them in the room as she was escorted out by Bernard.
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 20:04:47 GMT -5
Nymeria frowned and pushed herself from Dickon's lap, putting her smallclothes on again.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 14, 2013 2:35:26 GMT -5
Recently excused by the Master of Ships from his duties for the day, Rupert Kellington entered the establishment, having heard it was a fine place for a noble to get a drink. With the stresses of his new position, sometimes he wished he had finished his studies to be a septon. A strongwine was brought out to him, which he drank with a grimace, not accustomed to much alcohol but attempting to find some relaxation. A maester had told him being so pent up all the time was dangerous for his humors.
As a beautiful Dornish woman exited one of the rooms, followed by a roguish looking man, Kellington averted his gaze nervously in an effort to avoid making eye contact.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 14, 2013 16:12:10 GMT -5
Bernard saw the man looking and gave an over exaggerated wink towards him, as he took the girl to the streets.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 14, 2013 17:19:36 GMT -5
Rupert suddenly felt this wasn't his sort of establishment after all, and attempted to rapidly down his wine, which only caused the poor man to cough and sputter.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 14, 2013 17:23:50 GMT -5
Before he could move, or even catch his breath a girl jumped onto his lap with a laugh. She was clearly drunk.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 14, 2013 17:31:44 GMT -5
"I...that is...dear gods." was his only response, his voice raspy and strained from the coughing fit after choking on his wine.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 14, 2013 17:37:04 GMT -5
The girl's chest was directly in his line of site as she wriggled a little on his lap.
"Hello Seeeeeer." She drawled, clearly a city girl. "And whur ah you frum?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 14, 2013 17:42:13 GMT -5
"The Stormlands." Kellington managed, without sputtering this time. "The personal aid to the Master of Ships himself." he added, proudly.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 14, 2013 17:46:52 GMT -5
"Oooohhhhh." She slurred. "Is he ah good Masta ships?"
She giggled then kissed him wetly.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 14, 2013 17:48:41 GMT -5
"He is the-" be managed to get out, before her lips met his own. Rupert nearly fell over the back of his chair in shock, eyes wide and almost fearful.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Oct 14, 2013 17:56:21 GMT -5
The girl didnt notice that the boy was scared witless as she pulled away and ordered more drinks.
"Is it ya first time ere?" She asked.
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Hope you all are well and happy.