Daenerys stepped into the room when Hannibal answered the door. She sauntered in, her body practically glowing in arousal. "I'm glad the two of you are still awake."

She ran her fingers over the mantle of the fireplace. "We heard your little show," she glanced over her shoulder. "We wondered if you wanted some additional company."

Daenerys moved towards the bed to join Margaery. She straddled the other woman's waist and leaned down to kiss her softly. Ignoring if Hannibal planned on protesting. She had her target; she wanted Jorah to see her dominate the would-be queen. Daenerys ran her hands over Margaery's plush breasts.