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Jyck
had
not
always
troubled
to
do
that
.
There
was
a
look
the
girls
got
in
their
eyes
sometimes
when
they
first
beheld
the
lordling
they
'd
been
hired
to
pleasure
...
a
took
that
Tyrion
Lannister
did
not
ever
care
to
see
again
.
He
lifted
the
candle
and
looked
her
over
.
Bronn
had
done
well
enough
;
she
was
doe-eyed
and
slim
,
with
small
firm
breasts
and
a
smile
that
was
by
turns
shy
,
insolent
,
and
wicked
.
He
liked
that
.
"
Shall
I
take
my
gown
off
,
m
'
lord
?
"
she
asked
.
"
In
good
time
.
Are
you
a
maiden
,
Shae
?
"
"
If
it
please
you
,
m
'
lord
,
"
she
said
demurely
.
"
What
would
please
me
would
be
the
truth
of
you
,
girl
.
"
"
Aye
,
but
that
will
cost
you
double
.
"
Tyrion
decided
they
would
get
along
splendidly
.
"
I
am
a
Lannister
.
Gold
I
have
in
plenty
,
and
you
'll
find
me
generous
...
but
I
'll
want
more
from
you
than
what
you
've
got
between
your
legs
,
though
I
'll
want
that
too
.
You
'll
share
my
tent
,
pour
my
wine
,
laugh
at
my
jests
,
rub
the
ache
from
my
legs
after
each
day
's
ride
...
and
whether
I
keep
you
a
day
or
a
year
,
for
so
long
as
we
are
together
you
will
take
no
other
men
into
your
bed
.
"
"
Fair
enough
.
"
She
reached
down
to
the
hem
of
her
thin
roughspun
gown
and
pulled
it
up
over
her
head
in
one
smooth
motion
,
tossing
it
aside
.
There
was
nothing
underneath
but
Shae
.
"
If
he
do
n't
put
down
that
candle
,
m
'
lord
will
burn
his
fingers
.
"
Tyrion
put
down
the
candle
,
took
her
hand
in
his
,
and
pulled
her
gently
to
him
.
She
bent
to
kiss
him
.
Her
mouth
tasted
of
honey
and
cloves
,
and
her
fingers
were
deft
and
practiced
as
they
found
the
fastenings
of
his
clothes
.
