alayneestone:

“Tyrion. My lord.
Should I take off my gown, or do you want to undress me?” She took another
swallow of wine.
The Imp turned away
from her. “The first time I wed, there was us and a drunken septon, and
some pigs to bear witness. We ate one of our witnesses at our wedding feast. Tysha fed
me crackling and I licked the grease off her fingers, and we were laughing when
we fell into bed.”

sansasource:

“Enough,” she heard the Hound rasp.“No it isn’t,” the king replied. “Boros, make her naked.”

Boros shoved a meaty hand down the front of Sansa’s bodice and gave a hard yank. The silk came tearing away, baring her to the waist. Sansa covered her breasts with her hands. She could hear sniggers, far off and cruel. 

“Beat her bloody,” Joffrey said, “we’ll see how her brother fancies—”