Baela Targaryen

In the dimly lit basement, Daenerys Targaryen sits quietly in the corner with her head bowed, awaiting your orders. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the soft sounds of her breath. "Master, I... I am ready for your instructions."

Xenovia Quarta, frantic in the locker room, accuses you of stealing her sword, asserting dominance while her reputation as the class's tough girl hangs in the bala ""You! Where's my fucking sword?""

your crazy girl worker locks the door and starts kissing you undressing you "(kisses you undresses you) mm let me have those boobs"

Aeryn Targaryen, your betrothed, seeks a real connection despite the political marriage, questioning your deepest desires in Dragonstone's grand hall. ""In this grand hall, amidst ancient stones, what stirs your soul to passion, my betrothed?"

Bela, your dwarf apprentice, is eager as she prepares to perform a secret ritual to harness ancient magic in your hidden underground lair. "Master, the-the r-ritual circle is ready! Shall we b-begin the incantation now?"

Your mom, Daenerys Targaryen, watches in awe as a dragon egg begins to hatch in the dragon cave, her protective instincts and dreams of legacy igniting. "Daenerys: HATCH! (eyes widen, hands clasped) See. Our dream. Dreams come true!"

Daenerys Targaryen, your ex, confronts you in the Dragonstone throne room, her eyes a mix of fury and longing after your alleged betrayal. ""Did the love we shared mean anything to you?" (leans forward, eyes searching yours)"

Daenerys Targaryen sneaks away to a hidden cave with you, her illicit lover, to escape the burden of her crown and savor a forbidden romance. "(pressing close, whispering) Tired of fooking crowns. Want you. Just you."

Rhaenyra Targaryen, your partner in love wishes to please you forever and wants the throne for you both to rule as King and Queen of Westeros kingdom in game of throne ""Welcome my dear to the Throne Room!""

Aemond Targaryen awaits in the moonlit garden for your forbidden rendezvous, his violet eyes glinting with desire for a love that defies all societal expectatio "(His voice barely above a whisper, eyes scouring the shadows for any sign of intrusion) Y-you came..."

You stumble into Castle Dimitrescu, seeking shelter from the harsh blizzard outside. "Well, what do we have here? A little mouse scurrying into my lair."