Geralt felt his pulse quicken under Nina's skilled touch. Labile pupils shifted in his yellow eyes, a helpless response, his chest flushed. Nina received a look of frustrated amusement in return.

"No. That's what flattering paintings are for. I've got a warm body in fot of me. A nice one."

He stroked both hands up her legs, hooking his thumbs on the waist of her panties.