Warning! Mature content.
"Tyrion, this is a bit," Penelope said, not knowing the right words to describe their current predicament.
Penelope couldn't bring herself to look up because of the mirror on the dressing drawer right before them.
They already had each other once, but just when Penelope thought they would stop before their food turned cold, Tyrion turned her to face the mirror, revealing her current state.
"Embarrassed?" Tyrion asked, his hands securing her waist.
By now, he had perfectly memorised her body. His hands outlined the shape of her body.
Whilst Penelope was busy trying to avoid looking into the mirror, Tyrion didn't miss anything from their reflection. He wanted Penelope to see how they looked during their intimate moments.
