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Chapter Twenty-four: Are you not entertained...?

Jordan waited for Geralt to wake up from his dream. As it took hours, she moved back from the edge of the bed, sitting up against the wall with her legs laying over his. Geralt's head lay at the top of the bed as he walked through a dream to get an idea of what had happened to Dandelion and Ciri...

When he woke up, Geralt sat up straight, his eyes darting around as he breathed heavily. Though, he tried to quiet himself when he saw that Jordan was asleep.

He moved as deftly as possible to free his legs, not wanting to wake her. Corrine sat waiting at the table in the corner of the room, "You're fond of her," she said and Geralt grunted at her to keep her mouth shut...

***

After he made sense of his dream, he had to wake Jordan up so they could leave...

He sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her shoulder lightly. She hummed in response as she stirred slowly, "Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Time to go," Geralt said and Jordan groaned.

"Hmmm...five more minutes...?" she asked groggily.

"Nope," Geralt replied with a smile.

"Three more minutes?"

"Uh-uh."

"Ten more minutes...?"

"You just raised your bar too high. You're a terrible haggler," Geralt smiled faintly, pulling her hands to get her on her feet.

Jordan chuckled, "Okay, I've persuaded a Sorceress out of her pants...I'm at least decent," she said as she rubbed her eyes, standing up...

***

The two then left and returned to Priscilla and Zoltan, who then sent them on their way to Sigi Reuven's bath house...

After a scrap and a few deaths, Jordan was genuinely disappointed that she couldn't get a bath. As they left to search for Whoreson Junior, she groaned, "Scented bath oils...fragrant salts...sugar scrubs...perfumes..." she sighed and Geralt chuckled.

"The next time we go see Dijkstra, you go have a bath and I'll talk to him," Geralt offered and Jordan was grateful.

"Thank you...I'm so tired of smelling like Drowner blood. And I need to get my clothes washed, too," she thought of pampering herself and it made her smile.

"Maybe try a lily fragrance...or lavender?" he suggested and Jordan hummed.

"Perhaps," she said, enjoying how casual they could be with each other...

***

Jordan went with Geralt to Whoreson's casino, his home in town and then to his fighting arena beneath the city. They stepped into the ring to be tested against beasts and men. When they released a wyvern, Jordan went so far as to leap on to its back in her excitement, chopping down and swinging, taking its head off.

She looked up at the spectators as it collapsed, "Are you not entertained?!" Jordan shouted, quoting Russel Crowe from Gladiator. Her eyes then met Whoreson Junior's and she grinned at him like the devil which seemed to entice him...

***

Eventually, Whoreson sicked his men on them and the two Witchers had to carve their way out of that fighting pit through about thirty men...

Jordan grunted as they walked outside, "Ugh! Fuck sewers!" she scoffed, flicking blood off of her gloves and human fecal matter off of her boots, "Fuck Whoreson! And fuck those pit dogs! Fuck my life!" the smell was getting to her as they headed straight for Dijkstra's bath house.

She kicked open the doors and made Happen scream like a girl, "Eunuch!" Jordan snapped, "A private bath with lots of frilly soaps and a bowl of grapes! And I want two courtesans! Move! Go! Now!" she needed to blow off some steam.

Happen scurried off to do her bidding and Geralt went to meet with Dijkstra...

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(Mature Content: 18+)

Jordan lounged back in her own tub while one lovely elf woman with red locks conditioned her hair and massaged her scalp. Meanwhile, the other woman, a blonde elf, kissed her neck, her hands massaging the Witcheress's breasts...

"Mistress, when do I get a turn with them...?" the red referred to Jordan's breasts.

Jordan smirked, "Wash out my hair and you'll have a finer reward than simply touching me, sweet thing," she said and the elf giggled.

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed and Jordan hummed in content as she poured warm water over her hair.

The blonde backed off and the red head came around to the front of Jordan, straddling her as Jordan looked her over, "You," she pointed to the blonde girl before she put her mouth on the red's left nipple, swirling her tongue over it before pulling off with a small "pop" sound, her fingers slipping between her legs and into her, making her moan, "Fetch some toys...you two are about to make me very happy," she said with a devious grin and the blonde hurried off to do her mistress's bidding...