[ Hm. Endearing touch. Geralt traces his fingers over the crystal turned spider; there's a moment where he makes its gold legs wriggle, twitching.
Then he follows her onto the bed. Pushes the thin lacy robe off her shoulders. His tail bounces a little behind him as he straddles her. Possibly it's the alcohol helping, but he's tolerant enough that he's yet to pull any of the pieces off.
He leans down to kiss her again, moves down towards her breast. The chain is cool where it brushes against his lips, her skin heating up. He glides his hand up her thigh, beneath more lace and silk. ]
nsfw.
Then he follows her onto the bed. Pushes the thin lacy robe off her shoulders. His tail bounces a little behind him as he straddles her. Possibly it's the alcohol helping, but he's tolerant enough that he's yet to pull any of the pieces off.
He leans down to kiss her again, moves down towards her breast. The chain is cool where it brushes against his lips, her skin heating up. He glides his hand up her thigh, beneath more lace and silk. ]