I’d like to say that the main reason I watch Game of Thrones is because I’m truly invested in the story. But to be honest, it took me two-and-a-half seasons before I realized the show didn’t take place in San Francisco in the 60s. I was a little preoccupied by all the exotic women who kept popping up on screen.
You’ve got swingin’ scissor sistering brothel girls, dragon ladies, witches giving birth to smoke monsters and a dragon lady with a body tighter than the chinks in Brienne of Tarth’s armor. And they all came out with very little on to celebrate the season 3 premiere at one of the many screenings held around the country this week. And we’ve got them all.