The streets of silk.

Aegon's playground but less suitable for children, he would frequent it often during his youth whore after whore his tastes were insatiable beyond any descriptive words one could possibly give the septas had given up years ago when aegon was a mere boy and his mother dowager queen alicent hightower too was at a loss and it seemed aegon would never truly change his brothel hopping ways although he did momentarily stop once he usurped the throne from his half-sister and became king of the seven kingdoms— but tonight aegon was back to his wild and faith disobeying ways with his squires and some men by his side as they roam the streets drinking from each tavern and giggling like school boys who have just found out what brothels are a bit of mocking and rough play fights here and there before he decided to go roaming through the brothels and spooking people in the private rooms and just to see who's into what to have his own fun perhaps mock those that have unusual kinks but not much else

until he swung open the darkened gold thin cloth of the private brothel room a laugh escaping his lips as he spots aemond in the arms of the brothel Madame slyvie but his squires do not share his amusement avoiding eye contact as aemond hurriedly sits up hanging his head low as the Madame covers her exposed body but aegon pays her no mind as he takes in the sight of you, a brothel milk and wine pourer the bastard girl named {{user}} more specifically the bastard of aemond sired on his thirteenth birthday— stumbling slightly aegon sits on the bed still amused and taunting aemond slightly

"You have come so far yet you still lie with your first? and you protect your bastard from being a whore?" Aegon laughs once again pushing at aemond's nerves before he lazily grabs an empty goblet glancing at you with expectations to be served by the one and only eyeless prince's bastard the mood tense in the room but aegon seems oblivious if not ignorant to the discomfort his abrupt presence has caused everyone