TEST DRIVE MEME 001

[rubimods]

⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:

CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences.

This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, waxplay, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.

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Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. For the first round, this test drive serves as characters' arrival into game.

THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities.

If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.

FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS

AWAKENING IN PAJAK WOOD

The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest warmth of the sun. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the daylight has taken on a sickly green tinge. You lie amongst the mosses and ferns, the soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born.

Fortunately, you seem to be alone. The birdsong continues as you sit up and get your bearings — aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember. Amongst gnarled oaks and moss, you see nothing around. No sign of civilization or sentient life. Movement flickers at the corner of your eye, but it's just a curious animal — brave squirrels or lizards who have come to see what stirs in their home.

Then, like the rippling of the horizon at noontime, the ash-gray soil around you undulates. Sea, not earth. Something else has come to greet you — their grey bodies blended in so easily with the floor, but as you stagger to your feet, you see them. Thousands of spiders roll like waves underfoot. They crawl towards you from the darker edge of the forest.

attack

Individuals who attack the spiders will find the small spiders are easy to kill, but the pheromones released by their corpses draw larger spiders in their place. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they will attempt to use their webbing to handicap any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.

FAQ: DEATH RULES

hunt

Any aspiring monster-hunters enterprising enough to try to follow the spiders to their nest will move eastward. This way, the forest grows darker and darker — though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset.

In the void, the birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs, but soon it is impossible to see. Even with the brightest magical light does not reach further than a few inches. The air grows heavy and thick, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Soon, you cannot move at all.

Turn back while you still can — collapsing out here is dangerous. The void can play tricks on your senses. You may find yourself reliving unhappy memories or hallucinating your worst nightmares.

SETTING: THE VOID

But flee the spiders westward and you will discover that the wood is well-populated with the survival resources that someone might seek — berries bushes and trees bearing stone fruits; sticks and dry leaves to aid in the building of a fire; rocks big enough to fashion into crude weapons; small animals that can be hunted or caught; hike long enough, and you might just find the freshwater stream that runs north-to-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads.

What's more, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist hiking parties, others may still be naked and confused and processing how they have no memory of how they got here. They all stagger vaguely, as you do, with only the sun for a waymarker — and even that won't last long.

Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty, as it's going to be a long hike. If you sneak a good look at your new companions, you may four varietals of marks on their bodies. Maybe someone will even point out that you have one, too.

FAQ: CURSE MARKS

EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE

Hike far enough — or long enough that the sun does go down — and signs of life come into view. The glow of fires and lights, the smooth curve of a stone wall. A town sits at the edge of this wood, a reward to the survivors.

The fifty-foot wall of beige stone protecting the town's perimeter has only a single entrance — an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people into town from the winding dirt road. Attentive eyes may note that the road itself bears the mark of many wagon wheels and horse hoofs, but not cars.

guards

The guards grant entry to anyone who attempts a conversation with them. However, if your character is more likely to attempt to sneak in, overcome the guards, or attack them, please reach out HERE.

Inside the wall lies a quaint, historic town with a population around five thousand. The streets are cobbled, and their signs are lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a bank — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.

No matter what time you pass through the gate, the streets are full of people. The climate of the bustle befits a night market or a busy friday downtown — plenty of people to ogle at your exposed body. But despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, the locals don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. In fact, the further into town you go, the more you may notice that they all wear revealing clothing that, to your sensibilities, may seem sexually suggestive. Some individuals openly expose their breasts and nipples, while some others may incidentally reveal when they turn around to tend to their errands that their dress is backless — entirely! If anything, they seem to be under the impression that you're naked to participate in the evening's events with the rest of them.

Those still determined to find proper clothing will find that modern clothing stores aren't a thing here. The closest this town has is a tailor's shop, which is closed for religious observance, and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.

Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! The locals will gladly share what they have with those who ask politely — but those items are as revealing as what they're wearing. You might get a mesh bodysuit or drape outfit. Remember not to be ungracious! it's only appropriate for the occasion.

steal clothing

Anyone unwilling to ask nicely for help could break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry. Notably, inside their homes, the people of the town also appear to own some more modest apparel. Be sure to alert us HERE if your character pursues this option.

SETTING: CRIME

And what is the occasion? The locals are excited and flattered by any interest in their ordinary weekly prayer: the folks dancing and selling their wares are all offering their energies to give thanks and ask for their god's patronage! The abstractions are all familiar — fertility, harvest, peace. Smalltalk makes them eager to chat and draw you into those festivities — including some ceremonial wax-dripping on the exposed parts of your body!

Anyone who chats at length with the townspeople will gather that the locals feel it's better for the newcomers to dive into the deep-end because, since you'll be settling in here, they expect you'll want to participate down the line. They seem to be under the impression that the new arrivals are a boon from their god.

In addition, many of the locals' choice of clothes reveal the same four types of marks on their bodies as the folx who were wandering out in the wood!

ROOM AND BOARD

Once you're tired out, the locals will help you find a place to stay. The boarding house is several stories tall and spacious, accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines. Beyond the overgrown yard is a bright red door, which opens into a spacious cottage.

The house has clearly been empty for some time — dust has gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. According to the locals, it has remained empty since its last occupant passed away, and that's all they'll say about that!

Each floor of the house has a shared sitting room, but only the first floor has a kitchen — large enough to support feeding the entire household. Here, a few of the townspeople will help out — they stock the kitchen and help make dinner for the new arrivals.

finding roommates

Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.

Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.

Comments

[choicely]

[ It's a strange sentiment to be on the receiving end of — Yennefer is more accustomed to the color of her eyes being a more identifying sign of her quarter-elven blood, and therefore cause for others to scorn her. She's not entirely prepared for the compliment, or the fact that the words are uttered when the gaze doesn't entirely shift away. ]

I suppose out of all of the pairs you could be looking at right now, they are worth remembering.

[ While she might be exhausted from the day already, and certainly not looking her best after traipsing through the woods, it's easy for her to slip into that tone of obliging, the type of voice that served her through decades of being a king's mage and having to play the game accordingly. ]

Though I would like to know the name of the person inclined to pay the proper respect to my chest.

[princess_of_ida]

Definitely. For when I go see a man about a queen. [She made no attempt to hide that she looked the other woman completely over, just imagining what was hidden beneath the rest of the dress. Only then did she really focus on the woman's face.]

Anyway, I'm Ianthe. Various titles and sundry accompany it, but if you don't recognize them, it takes entirely too long to explain them all and I've done that enough today, as is. I'd rather enjoy the view and take a break for the simple pleasures in life.

[choicely]

In my experience, most titles are either completely worthless or barely scratch the surface of the person they're attached to.

[ Even Yennefer rarely introduces herself with the place she hails from, and she hasn't tried to do so here — no one seems to have heard of the Continent at all, much less Vengerberg, so what would be the point in mentioning it here? Besides, she places significantly less stock in titles and more in the individual behind them.

Her gaze is there waiting, at least, for when the other woman — Ianthe — finally lifts her own to meet it. ]

Yennefer. [ A name for a name, anyway, feels appropriate here. ] And I can see the pleasure in simply looking, although there's nothing that can really surmount the actual doing.

[princess_of_ida]

I agree with you on that. [Theory and fantasy only took one so far.]

But careful there, Yennefer, some might take that as an invitation to touch. And mine has never been called gentle. [As she spoke, Ianthe brought her skeletal hand up between them and slowly curled the golden phalanges inward, a smirk resting in the corner of her mouth as she watched carefully for a reaction. It would tell her so much.]

[choicely]

Careful is not a word I've ever been accused of being.

[ In fact, it might have been her headstrong tendencies that landed her in hot water more often than not when she was a mere novice training to ascend to the role of sorceress — her ambition had been viewed as loftier than her position, but Yennefer had refused to settle for any less than what she believed she deserved. That still holds true now, decades later from that deciding moment.

She observes quietly, steadily — it is a curious appendage, that golden arm, although Ianthe seems to be capable of wielding it as expertly as any that would be in possession of flesh and blood, and Yennefer doesn't withdraw, even as she attempts to determine whether such a gesture is intended to be a threat. ]

How much can you feel, with that?

[princess_of_ida]

[Ianthe liked to push for shock value every now and then. Less a threat and more a warning laced with her interest. She certainly wanted to touch but the skeletal arm - her dominant hand - was definitely a factor these days. ]

Everything. Pain is, of course, reduced but otherwise... just like the flesh and blood was all there.

[choicely]

That must be an advantage.

[ To be able to feel less in the way of pain, to not necessarily have to withstand one sensation for something that has clearly been a crafted limb.

She has half a mind to ask about what sort of magic is responsible for its creation, and if Ianthe moves to reach out for her in any way, she'll simply remain still, letting the other woman initiate contact to her liking. ]

Then pleasure, too, is a possibility?

[princess_of_ida]

It hurt like hell when it was regrown. After that, no amount of pain another can inflict on it matters.

[Finally choosing to stand, the tall lyctor smiled slyly and brought that bone hand up toward Yennefer's face. Seeing as there was no shirking from her touch, she brought it to the other woman's jaw, sliding phalanges lightly up to just behind the ear so the bone wouldn't catch, Ianthe then trailed them down Yennefer's neck to clavicle where she let them rest. The bone did possess some warmth to it, but certainly not what a normal appendage would.]

You tell me.

[choicely]

[ It's fascinating, certainly, and Yennefer has also never gotten anywhere in her long existence by displaying fear so readily — there may be some apprehension, a natural uptick in her heartbeat, at contact like that initiated, but she also won't allow Ianthe to see her flinch either.

Indeed, at one point, she draws in a breath, and then releases it slowly, Ianthe's boned hand rising up and then down in its placement across her collarbone. ]

Well, no one would ever accuse you of having a soft touch. [ She has to lift her chin somewhat to return Ianthe to her line of sight, given the height difference between them. ]

[princess_of_ida]

Alas, that is my dominant hand. I'm not nearly as talented with this one.

[She brought her completely normal left hand to Yennifer's cheek while leaving the bone one at her clavicle. Tilting her head a bit, Ianthe smiled a little.]

You really do have lovely eyes.

[choicely]

[ That might be a point of tension, a brief frisson beneath the caress of Ianthe’s vastly different appendages, but the truth is, Yennefer had chosen to keep these eyes, even as the rest of her had been changed — transformed into this appearance with no discernible flaws apart from the silverlight scars on the insides of her wrists. A reminder, more for herself than anyone else.

The eyes, though, are the only distinguishing feature of hers that can point to what lies in her blood, makes her not quite human, but she suspects Ianthe has no way to discern that — and is making her own observations the same way Yennefer is. ]

That would imply the existence of certain talents, then.

[ A part of her, however small, has missed being touched like this — how long now has she gone without it? — but even as the space between them seems to diminish, she doesn’t incline forward to initiate anything, although her chin briefly juts in the direction of Ianthe’s own wardrobe. ]

You’re not cold?

[princess_of_ida]

I have many talents, Yennefer, though I don't like to tip my hand.

[Ianthe was learning that she needed to be more mindful of using her necromancy with the unsuspecting. Add to that the general invasive nature of sexy flesh magic, it wasn't something she'd lead with. At least she had picked up some of the more conventional tricks.]

Did you want to warm me up?

[choicely]

Well, what would be the point in displaying everything at once?

[ She can understand that perspective herself on more than one front — she doesn't like to reveal every single aspect of what she can do if she can help it, and that's not because she feels any strong inclination to show off, either. It's more that she wants to reserve some things for the right time through which to wield them.

What can be even more telling, however, is what someone reveals when you're close enough to notice all of the finer details. Her own hand drops now, between them, sliding across the slender curvature of Ianthe's hip. ]

Are you asking me to do that right here?

[princess_of_ida]

[There was a chill to Ianthe's pale skin as she actually was a bit on the cold side. She simply hasn't noticed until it was brought to her attention. It did make Yennefer's touch bloom warmth where fingers met skin instead of the bone garment she wore.]

Mmm... That's up to you. And how warm you want me to be.

[choicely]

[ It's rare that she finds herself being towered over, but even rarer that it happens from another woman. Yennefer doesn't show any signs of being cowed, however, and it certainly takes more than her having a disadvantage in terms of height to even let a hint of intimidation show. ]

Perhaps it would suit both of our purposes to find somewhere warmer.

[ She's not attempting to delay the inevitable, or find an excuse to separate herself — but she has heard talk of a place where they can lay their heads, maybe even take advantage of a warm bed. The weather is less hospitable for either of them to lose clothing, with a fog that hangs over everything and makes it seem as though it's only just rained. ]

[princess_of_ida]

[As much as Ianthe had been staring earlier at Yennefer's breasts, now that she was focusing on those violet eyes she was having a hard time pulling away from them. So like her sister's eyes...

Not delving into the implications behind how the comparison doesn't turn her away from what she hoped the end result of this would be, Ianthe's phalanges drifted down a bit to brush against the upper curve of cleavage. It had been so long since she'd been--

Running an empire while God went and emotionally fucked off, disappearing for days on end, left her little time for anything beyond self care.]

That sounds like an excellent idea. There's an AirB&B a couple minutes walk down the road. If we just pretend we belong there, no one will stop us from making use of it.

[The boarding house isn't an AirB&B, Ianthe.]

[choicely]

[ Yennefer has no personal frame of reference for whatever that is, but if Ianthe is referring to the same inn that she's heard talk of, mostly from the locals — including the one who had been responsible for lending her this poor excuse of a dress that barely covers her tits — then they're at least of a similar mind on how to proceed.

The walk to the house in question is mostly silent, and she suspects that Ianthe's instinct to play a particular role will benefit them in the end — especially since, on approach to the building, most of the villagers seem occupied with the celebration of whatever this festival is to even so much as notice them walk in as though they belong there.

Meanwhile, the room upstairs could very well belong to someone else, but Yennefer tries the door and finds it unlocked, leading the way inside and then turning to Ianthe once she crosses into the room by several feet, a slow smile curving up the corners of her mouth. ]

[princess_of_ida]

[If the room had already been rented, too fucking bad for them. It was their fault for not locking the door. Speaking of which, Ianthe immediately secured the door against interruptions. Perhaps it would save someone their life depending on what was happening in the room at the time they returned.

Turning back to see that smile from Yennefer, Ianthe's tenuous grip on composure slipped and youthful impatience took over. Without a word, she closed the distance and hands reached for Yennefer, to draw her up into a kiss.

Immortal lyctor Ianthe may be, she was still only twenty-one.]

[choicely]

[ There is an inherent power in being able to lure with a mere look, though Yennefer isn’t sure she even needs to exercise that ability in the end — not when Ianthe is already striding across the floor to get to her.

They come together in a collision, nothing necessarily guarded even if Yennefer is still keeping herself shielded, cautious to an extent. Her fingers slide across Ianthe’s jaw and then cup over the back of her neck, rising up nearly onto her tiptoes in an effort to better close that distance.

There’s the slightest flicker in her gaze, more curiosity, seconds before Ianthe’s mouth comes down on hers, before she herself gives voice to a slight sigh. Keeping the other woman closer will likely only benefit her in the long run; in the interim, she could use the more pleasant diversion from having to think about anything else… perhaps even for the next several hours. ]

[princess_of_ida]

[Psychometry came through touch, but Ianthe was too distracted to bother utilizing the theorem for anything more than just the initial contact that she could ponder over later when her thoughts weren't on sweet lips and the press of soft breasts against her chest. Even the bones she wore didn't dampen the sensation. Between the two of them, Ianthe was more vulnerable as she was easily distracted by a taste of something she wanted and the opportunity to take it.

To that end, her impatience already with the height difference had hands on Yennefer's hips, Ianthe steering her toward the closest bed. Directing the shorter woman to sit on the bed, Ianthe kept kissing as best as she could while lowering her knees to the floor right there before Yen.

Much better. Now she wanted a real taste. Grabbing a quick breath, Ianthe caught Yen's bottom lip playfully with her teeth before pressing in to deepen the kiss. There was definitely the hint of it having been a while for Ianthe since she'd been intimate with another and she wasn't exactly pacing herself yet. It wasn't desperation but hunger that drove her.]

[choicely]

[ What Ianthe happens to be wearing hasn't escaped her notice, but there will likely be time to inquire about that later on, once some initial guards have been lowered. She has every suspicion that it's somehow connected to the existence of that bone arm, that there's a power here tied to all of it, but in this particular instance they both seem distracted enough that the subject of magic hasn't reasserted itself yet.

Nothing tends to irritate her more than feeling as though she's being handled, but even if she briefly balks at the concept of being instructed to sit on the bed, her gaze softens somewhat as she watches Ianthe sink to her knees on the floor beside rather than remain looming above.

It seems she can only improve things by slowly parting her legs, perching on the edge of the mattress so that she can welcome Ianthe between their spread, her fingers sliding past the other woman's jaw to plunge into blonde hair as they meet in another kiss, this one hungrier and fuller of nipping teeth and tongues.

The length of time it's been since anyone's wanted to kiss her like this, much less given one to her, is embarrassing to think about; she shouldn't be acting this selfishly, but she can't pretend a part of her doesn't ache for this in spite of how she plans to use it to her advantage. Her fingers slide down from Ianthe's hair to stroke over the smooth plane of her chest before encountering the edge of the bones that cover her. ]

I assume this can come off?

[princess_of_ida]

[Taking the invitation to slide up between those legs, Ianthe dipped her hands up under the hem of the ridiculous dress Yen had been given. Fingers crawling up skin, one soft one not, they stop at the knee to hook just behind and hold. Almost like Ianthe was concerned the beautiful violet-eyed woman might try to get up and leave.

Thumbs rubbed little circles on skin as lips started moving down Yennefer's neck. Maybe there was more teeth than was strictly necessary as Ianthe liked to leave marks in her wake, little proofs that she'd been there, but the lyctor hummed with affirmation at Yen's assumption.

The sound of snapping bone cut through that of Ianthe's breathing when she severed the necessary sutures in her fauxkini top with but a thought, tearing apart the theorem that kept them together. The pieces either fell to the floor or were pulled away by the other woman's hand; Ianthe could recover and reuse them later.]

Do you care about keeping this dress intact?

[choicely]

Given that it's the only one I can lay claim to at this moment? Yes.

[ Whatever Ianthe's wearing, by contrast, doesn't seem to be anything she would have procured from one of the locals — and Yennefer makes a mental note to inquire about it later on, when they're less occupied with whatever this is turning out to be.

Her own power, as far as she's aware, doesn't extend to that level of craftsmanship, of creating something for herself to don, so right now she's forced to rely on the generosity of the locals, even if this dress amplifies certain attributes more blatantly. She's never considered herself an amply-figured person, and the cut of the gown makes her look much fuller on top than she actually is, but the slits along the side of the skirt make it easier for Ianthe's fingers to navigate upward, over bare thighs toward where she is equally bare between them.

She gives Ianthe rein with that mouth too, head tipping back as lips and teeth navigate over her skin, the points of her nipples hard and straining above the plunging neckline of the dress. Her own hand slides up for fingers to card through pale strands of hair, gently gripping close to the scalp. ]

There are fastenings, at the back. [ Neither of them seems that motivated to shift from this position, though it'll have to happen for the dress to come off, and Yennefer reluctantly relinquishes her own hands for the task, withdrawing from Ianthe to reach behind herself and fiddle with the ties until they're loosened enough for the dress to gape open over the smooth skin of her back, for the sleeves to begin falling down her shoulders. ]

[princess_of_ida]

Fair enough.

[If Yennefer wanted to keep the dress in a wearable condition, Ianthe would stave off her growing desire, her hunger, enough to make sure she didn't tear it to shreds. Even if it the dress barely counted as one.

Her lips continued to lavish Yen's neck but paused briefly with the way the other woman held her hair. A shiver ran down her back and she almost told Yennefer to grip it harder, but that's when hands were removed so they could get rid of clothing barriers properly.

It was all good since Ianthe's plan of action required her to steadily trek down Yennefer's body, and those exquisite breasts were right there with their rosy buds just begging for her mouth. She peppered kisses along clavicle and the valley between before traversing her way over to flick tongue across tip and then suck it into her mouth.

Of course, one the dress was loose, Ianthe slid her hands up thighs to caress hips and then to slowly start gathering the fabric of the dress with her fingers. It wasn't going to come off over Yennefer's head, but slid down under her ass and to the floor, slowly and carefully as needed to keep it from ripping.

Someone really should give her a medal for her ability to focus intently on two things at once. Between the dress and her desire to give both breasts equal attention, she felt she deserved one. Until then, she'd keep working way down Yennefer's body toward the prize found between her legs.]

slaps a nsfw warning on this just in case

[choicely]

[ The dress is a poor excuse for anything that could be considered a garment, but Yennefer has nothing else apart from it — and unbeknownst to her now, even the original gown's owner will later appear to take it back for themselves. For the moment, she remains entirely unaware of the fact that she'll have to surrender this article regardless, especially since the way in which Ianthe shivers from the brief clutch of fingers in her hair steals her attention. Another thing to make note of for future use, Yennefer thinks, the corners of her mouth twitching in amusement.

Though she's expecting this to be something she can pursue with ulterior motives in mind, she doesn't anticipate the very tangible response her body has to Ianthe's mouth — that those seeking kisses and wrap of lips around the exposed peaks of her nipples will elicit a gasp, conjure more in the way of dampness between her thighs. The both of them are still quiet against each other, though, almost taking the setting of their stolen room into account, but that doesn't mean that noises don't emerge, soft sounds of suction and corresponding moans.

She frees her arms from the dress's sleeves first, then leans back to give an obliging lift of her hips — and all of it slides away from her. Truth be told, it's probably a little too big on her, given her frame, but it enables Ianthe to slip it off her all the more easily, leaving Yennefer bare in her recline across the bedsheets. She's never harbored any shame about letting anyone see her naked, but in this particular instance she won't even make an attempt to cover herself, legs falling open again once the dress clears them and drops into a puddle of fabric on the floor.

She hasn't forgotten about how much Ianthe seemed to like the tension of fingers in her hair, so those return, too — Yennefer's grip, established partly at the nape to provide a tugging sensation but also to keep long strands out of the way. She doesn't want her view obscured, as Ianthe descends, lower and lower, to where she spreads herself. ]