"Do I need a ploy?" Geralt asked. He followed after her, obedient as a puppy, stripping pieces of clothing off and leaving them where they fell as he moved.
He watched her in the bathroom, naked, hands on the doorway. His eyes had returned to tight slits under the artificial lighting in the apartment. They fell, self-indulgently, onto the swell of her bottom.
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Date: 2017-10-30 03:31 am (UTC)He watched her in the bathroom, naked, hands on the doorway. His eyes had returned to tight slits under the artificial lighting in the apartment. They fell, self-indulgently, onto the swell of her bottom.