Nadine finds it difficult to focus on much of anything, with the flood of sensations. From Jaskier, from the shifting vines that are drawing further along her, from the herb she'd been enjoying before he came over. It's all just a wash of increasingly pleasant things.

She opens her fingers and mutters a few soft words between gasps and pants, if Jaskier catches them he won't be surprised with little spheres of colored light rise from her palms. It just seems the right way to express her enjoyment. The lights flutter about the vines, blue and gold and lavender, settling around flowers and dancing around leaves. They seem to pulse and shift in color as Nadine moves in pleasure on the bed.

"None...whatsoever..."

Had she use of her arms, she'd reach for him, pull him up her to stretch over her and take her. But she can only whimper and curl her toes and arch her hips in a demanding fashion. She wants more, as good as Jaskier's tongue and lips feel against her. She wants to be filled and covered and pinned beneath him....

She wants, quite plainly, to be fucked.