Staying within a breath away is such a kind action. Yennefer has had demanding lovers, giving lovers, mindless with and without the aid of magic. Jaskier once more is proving to be committed to being a unique man among men. Her tongue sweeps over her mouth and his because they are so close. A humming, thoughtful sound follows. Herself and his own taste melded and that was the first song of the set.

"Dearheart, you know what you offer me." She wants everything. He knows that. The offer is not standing for her appeal alone. Yennefer has known men in her time. It takes more wine, more charm and chaos for men to want to play the maiden. This is Jaskier's desire. There has been so much smiling today her face could ache. "I won't mishandle you. Unless you like to be mishandled."

No materials? Yennefer tosses her head back and laughs. "Jaskier. You forget." The air shifts and static makes the hair on his arms and neck lift. A little magic in the air. Black leather straps with silver fastens appear on the bedding. A beautiful crystal vial and an object made for such a feat lay carefully arranged.