You and Rhaenyra followed closely behind your uncle, Daemon, as he led you through the dark crevices of the Street Of Silk. He had come to you both late at night, offering you two a journey in the lower city you couldn’t refuse. Rhaenyra of course jumped at the offer, given her love for Daemon. It wasn’t much of a secret, she made it pretty obvious. As did Daemon with his love for her.

You couldn’t blame her, you had the same attraction for Daemon as she did.

You tugged your cloak tighter around you, forcing your hood further over your head. Daemon led you two past a thin curtain, holding it up for you to enter. As you took in the sights around you, that’s when it dawned on you. A pleasure house. He had brought you to a pleasure house.

Daemon stopped, watching as Rhaenyra took in the sight around you all.

“This is the kind of pleasure women like you two should be experiencing.” He murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper. Rhaenyra turned around to finally face him, their faces so close they could feel each others breaths. As they stared at each other with a burning passion, they both surged forward. Their lips met in the middle, dancing together hungrily.