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Tyrion

           Shewaspug-nosedandbouncy,withfrecklesandamaneofthickredhairthattumbleddownpastherwaist.ButhehadShaewaitingforhimatthemanse.

           Giggling,sheputherhandbetweenhisthighsandsqueezedhimthroughhisbreeches."Idon’tthinkhewantstowaittillnexttime,"sheannounced."Hewantstocomeoutandcountallmyfreckles,Ithink."

           "Dancy."Alayayastoodinthedoorway,darkandcoolingauzygreensilk."Hislordshipiscometovisitme."

           Tyriongentlydisentangledhimselffromtheothergirlandstood.Dancydidnotseemtomind."Nexttime,"sheremindedhim.Sheputafingerinhermouthandsuckedit.

           Astheblack-skinnedgirlledhimupthestairs,shesaid,"PoorDancy.Shehasafortnighttogetmylordtochooseher.ElsewiseshelosesherblackpearlstoMarei."

           Mareiwasacool,pale,delicategirlTyrionhadnoticedonceortwice.Greeneyesandporcelainskin,longstraightsilveryhair,verylovely,buttoosolemnbyhalf."I’dhatetohavethepoorchildloseherpearlsonaccountofme."

           "Thentakeherupstairsnexttime."

           "MaybeIwill."

           Shesmiled."Ithinknot,mylord."

           She’sright,Tyrionthought,Iwon’t.Shaemaybeonlyawhore,butIamfaithfultoheraftermyfashion.

           Intheturretroom,asheopenedthedoorofthewardrobe,helookedatAlayayacuriously.

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