@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or the reader is a dancer that over a series of days seduces oberyn with their dancing?”
[Thanks for the request, love! BriefSmut/ general promiscuity warning!]
Her hand trailed along the bundle of sheer fabric. Purple. It must’ve cost them a fortune. Shrugging off the simple slip, she pulled on the costume, smiling at the promiscuity of it all. They wanted her to dance for the nobles, to entertain them. She was a distraction from revenge and politics.
She pulled the veil just over her nose, obscuring all but her eyes. She smiled at her reflection, twirling just enough to catch the light reflecting on her bare skin. She was the very image of temptation.
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