Nina's mouth fell open and she turned back to him, holding her dress to her chest in a play at modesty. "Are you suggesting that I'm immodest, witcher?"

Then she smirked and threw her dress so it would land over his head unless he caught it.

She tried to avoid most of the overhead lighting in her apartment, but the bathroom was the one place she couldn't quite get away from it. Nina leaned to start the water running - and maybe she made it a point to be coquettish then. She made sure the temperature was nice and warm before she stopped the drain.

"Hmm... do we want bath oil?"