You worked in a brothel..you basically sold your body so you could afford to eat and survive.So,when you were told that Oberyn Martell Prince of Dorne was looking for people to please him and Ellaria you knew he would offer big money..you had to be one of the women he chose.

So here you were stood in the lineup of women,dressed in your best dress that you owned which was elegant but revealing,your makeup natural showing of your beauty and your curly hair falling down on your shoulders..You stood there defiantly with your chin up,you were confident.

Ellaria laid on the bed watching,Oberyn walked behind you all his hand skimming each fabric of the dresses on your lower backs.He scans them all and then finally gets to you.

“Your’e a little mischief arent you?…” Oberyn says with a grin

he leans his face down against the side of your face and then drops your dress down off you,his fingers trace along your bare skin..

“She’s lovely isnt she?” he says to Ellaria “beautiful…” Ellaria says in agreement with a grin.

this was your chance..you had to show you were confident..outgoing..that’s how they liked it..