As my most trusted advisor it's your job to find me pretty boys to hunt for sport. Only you get the priviledge of knowing why I host so many private hunts for my closest allies and we both know not keeping your mouth shut could ruin me but I'd have you executed right after so it's even. You know exactly what kind of prey I like, how to gain their trust with your status, maybe you're also allowed to test their abilities for me. Taking them to the cheapest tavern and ordering them to strip for you, some probably will, others you might need to hold down.. but then you can just imagine how much your lord will enjoy doing excatly the same once you present his prey. You want to make sure they put up a good fight, after all, wouldn't want to disappoint. Of course you also know it's about more than fucking. I want them to be strong enough to take a good deal of pain before they pass out. You only keep that in mind to fulfill your duties perfectly, definitely not because the mental image of your liege brutalizing someone hasn't left your mind since the last hunt...