The next morning.
A red-haired beauty from Shataya's Brothel stared fixedly at the senile old man sitting by the bed—Grand Maester Pycelle.
The old man looked utterly pitiful!
Clearly, last night he had been so—
In truth, the red-haired beauty was somewhat flustered inside, worried that she might have worn him out. After all, the man before her was of exceedingly high status.
She had thought she could use this lord—if luck favored her—to obtain an invitation to noble banquets. Now, she regretted it beyond measure. Greed had blinded her eyes.
In the end.
After staring a while longer at the vacant-eyed Pycelle, she helplessly climbed down from the bed and put on the clothes casually tossed onto the floor.
Before leaving, her resentful voice drifted back. "Shataya's will put it on your tab!"
The door shut.
Pycelle turned his head for a glance, then revealed a lecherous, triumphant grin.
Sigh, it seemed he would not be able to visit Shataya's Brothel for some time—
There were still hundreds of brothels in King's Landing for him to choose from, though next time he might need to try a new trick. The old maester remained perfectly composed and even enjoyed himself.
After a pause, the old man's hunched figure straightened. He even savored the floral fragrance the beauty had left behind on the bed.
The morning light outside the window grew ever brighter.
After bathing under the Maidservants' care, Pycelle was enjoying a lavish breakfast. He had once more assumed the appearance of a learned and benevolent grand maester.
As he chewed on crisp bacon, his clouded eyes occasionally swept over the Maidservants around him. All such tempting flowers—
What a pity. Queen Daenerys kept too strict a watch over him. These days, he could only occasionally indulge his hands—
After