Ride the Pony - for @prodigalmess

[youngestrose]

Margaery sits back on the settee and surveys their bedroom while she waits for Malcolm to finish doing whatever it is he's doing to prepare for this. He's pushed all of the other furniture (except for the beds) back against the wall to create enough space in front of her. She's not entirely sure what to expect, other than a struggle not to laugh. She wouldn't want to do anything to bruise his ego, even if the entire concept of him performing a striptease for her feels improbable.

"I still can't believe you wanted to do this," she calls toward the walk-in closet that he disappeared into after settling her in her seat.