"No," Jaskier replies as he rises and crosses to the door. Ideas and imaginings of a young Yennefer are momentarily brushed aside as he opens the door and picks up an extremely discreet brown package, tied closed with twine.
Admirers were wont to send much more dramatic gifts and patrons didnt send them unmarked, there would be no point. Jaskier frowns a bit as he steps back in but doesn't ponder it too hard. He fiddles with it idly as he crosses back to the bed, untying the twine with distracted but nimble fingers.
"Do not worry about destroying that garbage, my dear, I've no use for either," he tells her and tosses the twine aside. "Will we have to administer what you're concoting or is it something...afar-ish?"
He gestures at the cauldron briefly, still curious about her spells and magic, and tears the brown paper from the box in his hands. Another moment or two has the lid off and, as he opens it, Jaskier freezes. He stares down at the box and, for a moment, his expression is split between grim resignation and blind fury.
In the box, padded lovingly in squares of soft cotton and down, is a very expensive phallus. It's sculpted of a rather pretty green stone, detailed to the vein and gilded along the crown with an extended handle on the end. Beneath it, wrapped around a note, is a strap of leather with an ball of rubber hooked to both ends. He doesn't need to read the note to know who has sent the package--he recognizes the cock.
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Admirers were wont to send much more dramatic gifts and patrons didnt send them unmarked, there would be no point. Jaskier frowns a bit as he steps back in but doesn't ponder it too hard. He fiddles with it idly as he crosses back to the bed, untying the twine with distracted but nimble fingers.
"Do not worry about destroying that garbage, my dear, I've no use for either," he tells her and tosses the twine aside. "Will we have to administer what you're concoting or is it something...afar-ish?"
He gestures at the cauldron briefly, still curious about her spells and magic, and tears the brown paper from the box in his hands. Another moment or two has the lid off and, as he opens it, Jaskier freezes. He stares down at the box and, for a moment, his expression is split between grim resignation and blind fury.
In the box, padded lovingly in squares of soft cotton and down, is a very expensive phallus. It's sculpted of a rather pretty green stone, detailed to the vein and gilded along the crown with an extended handle on the end. Beneath it, wrapped around a note, is a strap of leather with an ball of rubber hooked to both ends. He doesn't need to read the note to know who has sent the package--he recognizes the cock.