"Close the door,." – of course nobody was home, but you understand – “and turn around.” He did both. I slipped out of my tee shirt, shoes and ...eans.“OK,” I said nervously. He turned to see me standing there in my panties and training bra.I could tell he was stunned by seeing me like that, even though it wasn't much different than my bathing suit. But then he said, "But you said!" I was still trapped."Turn around, again." I turned around, too. Tears streaming down my face, Standing back to back. Lyonel woke up when a bird chirped on his balcony. He had been through an uneasy night. The prior day had been the funeral of his mentor and his fathers Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. His death had surprised most of the court. Even in his seventies, the Warden of the East had been as healthy as a man half his age and he had passed away in a single night, fallen victim to an unknown illness. Lyonel was not prone to grievance, but his dreams last night had been unpleasant to say the least. Jons. ‘How did you get backstage? What are you doing here? What do you want? Are you looking for someone?’ There was a calm but mischievous smile on his face. ‘I’m looking for you Colette.’ ‘I don’t know you.’ I said. ‘But I know you. I’m your biggest fan.’ He briefly nodded to me. I doubt that he was actually my biggest fan, last week some kids from a local ballet studio came backstage for a meet and greet, and they were way more excited than he seemed to be. They were screaming and crying. It was more to see what was around that a natural emergencyearlier, I had noticed the weeding photographer, she was a very hot lady, in his middle 50's, short blondish hair, long skinny legs and wonderful middle size breast under a silk yellow shirt. For some reason she turned me on. She smiled at me a couple of times while she was trying to immortalized a moment with her camera.Anyway, to the loo I went, but instead of going to the main house toilette I went to the one just behind the.