Ten minutes is not a terribly long amount of time. Yennefer accomplishes her own goal of sitting up. And that lets her be in an ideal position to remove the cock and it's garter. As suspected there are small bite marks were the fastens rested into her skin. She traces over the first marking the outside of her thigh with a smile. Her feet are not reliable as she stands and holds the bed post.
Jaskier's doublet lays near and she places it over the foot of the bed. And ah. His blue silk small clothes. Truly a splurge, whatever seamstress had made these had an eye for detail as well as a luxurious supply of silk. The bard seems to be operating well without them and she folds them up and places them under her dress. All garments she recovers she drapes over the chaise.
Shame he took his chemise. It would be of a high quality. Yennefer pulls a silk robe from her items. Surprisingly this one is white with embroidered grey swirls of ivy. The belt is there, though she doesn't see a reason why to draw it shut if it is to be removed so soon. The main function is to ward of a peek or a chill when the door is opened again. This is about the most effort she feels necessary to put into clothing. Footsteps sound by the door--without sex it is easier to hear someone approaching.
"My hero returns." And not empty handed. Sitting on the chaise to the side of the collection of clothes leaves her closer to the door. Already Yennefer is smiling to see him again, so rakish and so very fucked is a sight, she smiles even wider to see juice as well as the bath. The Golden Fawn is a quality establishment. "What pains you must have taken." To either hunt down that naughty maid or to endure whatever mood the innkeeper was in.
Has she ever seen Jaskier do manual labor before? Does this count as manual labor? He is doing well enough on his own. "There is good enough." At least enough space to put the large wooden vat. "Come. Come. Sit and drink."
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Jaskier's doublet lays near and she places it over the foot of the bed. And ah. His blue silk small clothes. Truly a splurge, whatever seamstress had made these had an eye for detail as well as a luxurious supply of silk. The bard seems to be operating well without them and she folds them up and places them under her dress. All garments she recovers she drapes over the chaise.
Shame he took his chemise. It would be of a high quality. Yennefer pulls a silk robe from her items. Surprisingly this one is white with embroidered grey swirls of ivy. The belt is there, though she doesn't see a reason why to draw it shut if it is to be removed so soon. The main function is to ward of a peek or a chill when the door is opened again. This is about the most effort she feels necessary to put into clothing. Footsteps sound by the door--without sex it is easier to hear someone approaching.
"My hero returns." And not empty handed. Sitting on the chaise to the side of the collection of clothes leaves her closer to the door. Already Yennefer is smiling to see him again, so rakish and so very fucked is a sight, she smiles even wider to see juice as well as the bath. The Golden Fawn is a quality establishment. "What pains you must have taken." To either hunt down that naughty maid or to endure whatever mood the innkeeper was in.
Has she ever seen Jaskier do manual labor before? Does this count as manual labor? He is doing well enough on his own. "There is good enough." At least enough space to put the large wooden vat. "Come. Come. Sit and drink."