| Text | - Remind Tyrion that he offered to pay for this venture.
- Ask whom Tyrion recommends.
- Choose the pretty redhead.
- Pocket the coin meant for company, and go to bed alone.
- Inquire about other possible companions.
- Take the golden-haired lad to bed.
- "Red is nice enough, but I hear that Lannisters favor gold." A young man with a mane of gold curls offers out his hand, grinning.
- At the brothel, Kirth drinks with Shae and Tyrion before retiring. "Take some company with you," Tyrion grins from where Shae is coiled against him.
- "And never intended otherwise," Tyrion laughs, tossing Kirth silver.
- Tyrion glances at Shae. "I have what I need here. What about that pretty red-headed wench? Crimson's our colors, after all."
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