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“And you’ve done this before?” Dany asks, sitting up in bed, the laptop lying between her and Doreah.
“Yes! You’ve seen my Gucci bag. Do you think I could ever afford it with what they paid me at the coffee shop?”
Dany blinks at her. She doesn’t know how much a Gucci bag costs, but she knows it’s expensive, and considering how her part-time paycheck barely keeps her afloat, she knows she could never afford one.
Fueled by wine-induced courage, they chit-chat and giggle as they browse through the list of potential benefactors, searching for one that Dany might be interested in.
“Oh, you don’t want him,” Doreah says when she comes across the profile of one Robert B. “Total asshole, tiny cock.”
Dany blushes and laughs it off. This would be so very different if she were sober. “Oh, he’s cute!” she says as they look over the profile of a Jorah M.
“Yeah, I’d fuck him for free.”
Daenerys laughs out loud but can’t help thinking the same. “Why is he on here? What’s wrong with him?”
“Oh!” Doreah says.
“What?”
“Says here he’s into water sports.”
“And?” Dany asks, puffing. “I’d go sailing with him any day.”
“Oh, honey!” Doreah says, patting her arm. “That’s not what that means, not on this website,” then proceeds to tell her the sexual meaning of it.
“Eww! Eww! NO!”
Doreah chews on her bottom lip for a moment. “It’s unlikely, but maybe he’s as clueless as you in that regard. Ask him!”
“No! I’m not asking him that!”
“Why not? What do you have to lose?”
Dany says nothing.
“Chicken!”
Dany huffs. “Fine! Give me the damn phone!”
“That’s really fucking sexy, Daenerys!” Doreah objects, rolling her eyes at Dany.
“Well, it’s true… kinda!”
“They don’t want to hear the truth, they want a fantasy! Urgh! You’ve probably scared him off already.”
“Shush!” Dany says, swatting her friend’s arm.
On her phone’s screen, the grey, flashing dots indicate that J.M. is typing.
Doreah sighs and grabs the laptop, scrolling through the men’s profiles. “I’ll find you another, but this time, you type exactly what I tell you!”
Daenerys pays no attention to her.
“Urgh, Petyr!” Doreah exclaims from behind the laptop, shaking her entire body in disgust. “That dude was weird as fuck. I wouldn’t let him come anywhere near me—or you!”
Her fingers glide across the trackpad, searching for another man.
“Barristan S. Huh… let’s see how you look, mister S.” She clicks on his profile. “Nope! Nuh-uh, you are not fucking any Santa Claus-looking grandpa.”
Doreah peeks over the edge of the laptop. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Aha, yeah,” Dany says, not lifting her eyes from her phone’s screen.
“Stannis B. Now, this one’s tricky. I had a friend date him for a while. She said he’s a good sugar daddy—took her to some amazing places, gave her a significant allowance—but apparently, the man has some serious Dom tendencies, and I don’t know if that’s your thing…” Doreah glances over at her friend, who’s giggling as her fingers fly across the phone. “Yeah, you definitely need someone more… vanilla.”
“Oh, yes! Tyrion!” Doreah exclaims a few minutes later. “That’s the guy for you! He’s much younger than anyone else on here, he’s loaded, and tons of fun. Only thing is… he’s on the shorter side. He’s a dwarf. What do you think? He’d be a perfect first sugar daddy.”
Dany says nothing.
“Should I message him for you?”
“What? Ah, yeah, sure,” Dany replies, her eyes still on her phone.
“You’re not listening to me, are you?”
“Yeah, great!” Dany answers.
Doreah grunts, then mutters a curse under her breath as she starts typing. “I have to do all the damn work around here!”