the only city of the Dothraki, told in stories as a city without borders and it lived to its name in many ways Vaes Dothrak was also the only city for those merchants of all sorts to bring in their wares for buying. She was one of them.... It was a fate she had resigned herself to after leaving her home of the Vale. No magic in the world could save you from being caught in your sleep and dragged off in the middle of the night. But she had all the time to just wait and think.
The tent was pouring with the smells of spices, incense and liquor various others lay on couches and pillows some entertaining potential customers others left to stay there and be pretty. Some bound by chains to their positions and she herself being one, after all many attempts did leave one to having a reputation for... as they put it 'being fiesty'. To be honest she was bored and well... simply lonely, leaning against the post that held her tied to it her chest only covered by her long oddly coloured hair it was too hot to wear anything sensible. A silk cloth tied cleverly along her waist was the only thing that stopped her from being naked.