Margaery approached the dungeons slowly and silently. Her feet were bare and thus made no noise as she approached on the stone floor. She watched with reverence and interest as Mercy continued to please Bronn in an attempt to keep him hard. Then Hannibal moved in. Her eyes lit with the precision of his blade. Oh, her husband had such skill indeed - she couldn't help but admire him in that moment.

The howl that Bronn let loose when Hannibal flayed his cock and then severed the member was delicious. Margaery chose then, as Bronn was panting heavily, to approach.

"Hannibal," she feigned an expression of concern. "What's going on here?"