Hellholt

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon shifts slightly uncomfortable in his chair, and choses to ignore the foot for now. "What have you done today then?" he asks Demezla.

[The Stranger]

"I slept until noon, than had a nice cool bath, and than pruned my roses. You should really see our bath house, its exquisite. Perhaps you can join me tomorrow, if you don't shrink away from cold water."

The foot beneath the table begins to slide between Brandon's thighs.

[Lord Howland Royce]

"I think I will," Brandon replies with a smile and captures the leg between his thighs preventing it from getting further. "What brings you two ladise to Westeros," he asks the two Lyseni.

[The Stranger]

The foot, which seems rather large for a ladies' foot, extends, and its toes begin to brush back and forth across Brandon's manhood. He thanks the Seven he is wearing loose fitting breeches.

"Lady Uller brought us here," says Purple, "To keep her company." finishes Red.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon shuddering moves the chair backwards, beyond the foot's reach. "I see," he avoids looking at Aorta. "How long have you been here?"

[The Stranger]

"I arrived shortly before Lady Demezla. I was much distressed to fine that she was not at home." Aorta says, his deep voice rumbling as if from the crevasse of the earth.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon nods slowly, "What about you two?" he asks the lyseni.

[The Stranger]

"We've been here, since Lord Uller..." says Red, "went away," says Purple, as she smiles brightly at Brandon, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Lady Uller has been gone a long time," says Purple continues, and she flashes the same smile at Demezla,

"But now she is back, and we are soooo glad." Red finishes.

The servants bring in some more light Dornish fare, including a large mudfish,from the river, flash fired so that its wine soaked skin can be peeled off, with the meat still on it.

"Try this my love, it's delicious," Lady Uller leans across the table to Brandon and holds the fish up.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon reach across the table to take the fish, but oh so unfortunatly the bumps against a candle which falls down in Aorta's lap. He makes himself a piece and pass the fish around the table. "Lovely," he sais after trying a piece. "What have you done while Demezla was away?"

[The Stranger]

The hot wax of the candle pours over Aorta's legs, and he grunts in pain, and than smiles widely at Brandon with an, "oh you minx," look.

"We entertained the Dornish boys fighting for independence, giving them one last taste of heaven before they died." said Red.

"Than we were fucked by the Loyal liberators of the Crown," says Purple breathlessly, "conquered over and over against, like Dorne herself."

"They are stupid sluts, but inventive in bed." Demezla says, sighing.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon blinks, "I don't doubt that, Demezla". With so much experience who wouldn't. He felt sorry for the conquerors, they must have gotten lots of diseases. "What do you think about Qorgyle becoming the Lord Paramount?"

[The Stranger]

"If he raises my taxes to rebuild that stupid ugly sandfort of his, I shall be immensely irritated, otherwise I could give a lick."

Red twittered at the word lick, and whispered something into Purple's ear, who also twittered.

Demezla glared at both of them, in an unconcealed irritation.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon nods, "How is the land around here recouperating after the war?"

[The Stranger]

Demezla looks at him and bats her eyes. "Darling do you want to be my steward, or my paramour? Feed me some fish so can get this meal over with and go fuck, or go to the office and start doing the tax books." She held her mouth open, and waggled her pink tongue at Brandon, invitingly.

Red and Purple seemed excited by this provocation, and began to kiss. While Aorta watched the two pairs with undisguised glee.

[Lord Howland Royce]

"Why can't I be both?" Brandon jests while he feeds Demezla some fish.