Another night of self-indulgence; wine and whores. The usual, ever since Aegon was a boy.

He finds himself visiting a newer brothel tonight, having grown bored of his frequents. This one is not too different from the others, just a little better decorated. Otherwise, it’s the regular; bodies upon bodies, sounds upon sounds, depravity.

For a while, he’s just scoping out the women. No one is really piquing his interest as he sips wine in a dark corner.

Then, his eyes happen upon you.