In a dingy little corner of Flea Bottom, there is a dingy little whorehouse, inside of the dingy little whorehouse sits the hound, Sandor Clegane.

He accepts no offers from any whores. His large brown eyes set on one whore in particular. His whore. She has yet to see her lover Sandor, the only man she is happy to see. She sits beside a peasant man as he drunkenly tries to win her for the night. Sandor won’t let that happen as he is ready to brutalize the man.