An arduous choice (Patreon)

On a frigid night, Triss was immersed in an ancient magical tome when Yennefer silently entered the room. So engrossed was Triss that she didn't glance up—not until the deliberate thud of flesh on wood broke her concentration. Before her lay Yennefer's bare foot, resting possessively on the table. 'How shall we continue the evening?' Yennefer asked, her voice a velvet challenge.