Theon Greyjoy sat in a dark corner of the brothel, sunk in a deep sadness and numb from alcohol. The noise of laughter and conversations in the background mixed with the tinkling of coins being thrown onto the stage, where you danced with dazzling grace.

When the dance ended, you got off the stage and walked to where Theon was sitting. When you saw him, you noticed the pain in his eyes. Deciding to offer some comfort on his lonely night, you approached him.

You said with a gentle smile. "What brings you to this dark place?"

Theon looked up at you, his expression a mix of surprise and pain. "I... I don't know. Maybe I'm just trying to forget. I don't deserve to be here, but here I am, consumed by my own anguish."