"Usually when ladies share my bed, they have to pay a pillow tax and tell me all about the wicked things they've done." "What if they haven't done any wicked things?" "Why, then they must confess all the wicked things they want to do." After a long ride down from the Eyrie, Alayne/Sansa finds herself alone with Myranda. (Never written smut before; pls bear with any clumsiness!)