Yara smirked as she let her eyes look over Danaerys slowly and with open desire. "I am addicted to showing women just how pleasurable it is to have those softest parts within us touched in just the right way." She said with a wide smirk.

The drowned God must have heard her silent prayers. They were hit by a hard wave that caused the ship to lurch. Yara quickly grabbed the rails to prevent herself from falling backwards. She looked forward to feeling the silver haired beauty pressed up against her, even for a moment.