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Tyrion

           TallerthanShae,thoughnotsotallashermother,shehadtokneelbeforeTyrioncouldkissher."MynameisAlayaya,"shesaid,withonlytheslightesthintofhermother’saccent."Come,mylord."Shetookhimbythehandanddrewhimuptwoflightsofstairs,thendownalonghall.Gaspsandshrieksofpleasurewerecomingfrombehindoneofthecloseddoors,gigglesandwhispersfromanother.Tyrion’scockpressedagainstthelacingsofhisbreeches.Thiscouldbehumiliating,hethoughtashefollowedAlayayaupanotherstairtotheturretroom.Therewasonlyonedoor.Sheledhimthroughandclosedit.Withintheroomwasagreatcanopiedbed,atallwardrobedecoratedwitheroticcarvings,andanarrowwindowofleadedglassinapatternofredandyellowdiamonds.

           "Youareverybeautiful,Alayaya,"Tyriontoldherwhentheywerealone."Fromheadtoheels,everypartofyouislovely.Yetjustnowthepartthatinterestsmemostisyourtongue."

           "Mylordwillfindmytonguewellschooled.WhenIwasagirlIlearnedwhentouseit,andwhennot."

           "Thatpleasesme."Tyrionsmiled."Sowhatshallwedonow?Perchanceyouhavesomesuggestion?"

           "Yes,"shesaid."Ifmylordwillopenthewardrobe,hewillfindwhatheseeks."

           Tyrionkissedherhand,andclimbedinsidetheemptywardrobe.Alayayacloseditafterhim.Hegropedforthebackpanel,feltitslideunderhisfingers,andpusheditallthewayaside.

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