Day 22
Tyrion stuck his head out the window of his richly decorated room and looked down at the street below. "You there, whore! What day is it?"
"Today?" the whore asked. "Tis Christmas day!"
"Wonderful!" Tyrion exclaimed happily. The Spirits had done their work in a single night! He hadn't missed his chance. Reaching into his dressing gown he pulled out a pouch of coins and tossed it down. "Now-"
The whore caught the money and shouted, "Did I say it was Christmas day? I meant it was 'Dick Suckin' Day'!"
"No I…" Tyrion paused. "Well… to give to one's self is sometimes the best charity…"
"Tyrion," the ghost of his Uncle Gerion warned.
The Imp though looked about before tossing another bag of coins at the Ghost of Blow Jobs Present. "You there, see to my Uncle!"
"I exist for but one day… so I tend to swallow."
Gerion considered that before nodding in agreement.