Joffrey watched the vivid, sensual scene before him and felt even his breath grow hot.
How could the women Cersei called filthy and vile look like this?
Was this right?
Their skin was fairer than that of the noblest ladies in the Red Keep, their smiles sweeter than honey.
Their eyes... seemed to hold little hooks that could draw a man's very soul out!
This was nothing like what he had imagined.
This was no filthy den. It was a paradise built from desire and gold.
"Rose."
Lynn spoke calmly to the red-haired woman who had come to greet them.
"This is my best friend."
Lynn's hand still rested on Joffrey's shoulder.
Its steady strength did much to calm Joffrey's racing heart.
"He is of noble birth, and his standards... are very high."
Lynn's gaze swept over Rose's shrewd, alluring face, his words carrying an unquestionable command.
"Find your cleanest, gentlest, and most sensible girl."
"Make sure she understands that the man she serves tonight is no ordinary guest."
"He is a future lion."
A future lion.
Rose's heart gave a sudden jolt.
Beauty alone had certainly not allowed her to make this lavish pleasure house thrive.
She instantly understood the meaning behind Lynn's words.
This "friend" Lynn had brought, who looked rather young yet had an innate arrogance and cruelty in his eyes, was clearly someone of extraordinary status.
Perhaps even...
Rose dared not follow that thought any further.
Her smile grew even more ingratiating, her expressive eyes plainly saying, I understand.
"Rest assured, my lord."
Rose cast Joffrey a seductive glance.
Her captivating manner made his cheeks grow hot, and he instinctively puffed out his chest.
"The women here may have no other talents, but they certainly know how to pamper a man."
"I guarantee your friend will