The strength and power in the vines, Nadine thinks, is a direct representation of Jaskier's own. Both physically and magically speaking - he may not be a mage by trade, but his magics are powerful ones. And to use them like this...

It's almost a shame it's taken them so long to try something like this. There's something very erotic about the animated tendrils of flora, at least at the moment. Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's something else, but Nadine feels like all of her skin is alive right now. Each sensation against her, each touch, each point of pressure sends a pulse right to the core of her.

"Mmm, with you. You bring out the enthusiast in me." Her words are stilted and punctuated with little sighs and groans as Jaskier teases her deftly. Just enough of a touch to make her shift into it and want more.

"In my world...there was an ancient culture that worshipped a pantheon of gods. And one of them was Dionysus, the god of wine and nature and pleasure and performance. You've...always made me think of him." In part because of the first time they met, and the satyr-like look Jaskier had worn. But it fits. Hell, this could be a scene from some forgotten, erotic-themed myth right here. The god of pleasure at his work, the naked nymph wrapped in vines and arched in ecstasy...

Renaissance artists would have had a field day with it.