Margaery approached the bed and looked over the dress and garments. Her fingers ran over them and she smiled. "So lovely, and they match your outfit in turn, how appropriate," Margaery smiled.

When he sat down she smirked to herself and dropped the fur she'd had wrapped around her. First she donned the leggings, but made sure to pull them on slowly, teasingly, she knew he was watching. Then came the boots and finally the dress. Margaery turned to Hannibal.

"My lord? Would you mind tying my laces at the back? I want to make sure they're secure," it wasn't a total lie. But in truth she just wanted him close. She wanted to feel his hands on her body again.