Liability (Geralt x OC)

Chapter 2

Despite my curiosity, I forced myself to remain lounging on the chaise. I would see the witcher in due time, but my curiosities could not get in the way of other paying guests. The room seemed to quiet as the witcher entered the building. Other strumpets were staring, some with interest, and some with disgust. I could not quite see the witcher from the corners of my eyes, but that didn't stop me from hearing the conversation between him and Marquise.

"White Wolf! Welcome to the Passiflora!" A pause. "Oh, no sign of recognition in your eyes," commented Marquise.

"Greetings, uh..."

"Don't fret, I'm sure I look quite different from when we last saw each other." Questions popped into my head about when Marquise met this witcher to have recognized him so easily.

"Er, which was...?" Marquise laughed fondly.

"Oh, eons ago. You and Master Dandelion appeared, two halflings in tow. What a smash they were, the little chaps. We recount that night to this day."

"So the, uh..staff hasn't changed since then?" I could practically feel Marquise roll her eyes.

"Oh, of course it has! It does so incessantly in this business." I could attest to that, remembering one strumpet that had been dropped recently for beginning to develop horrible wrinkles. "So? Shall I summon the girls?" At those words, I fidgeted with my clothing and stood in order to appear more alluring. That's when I finally spotted the witcher.

His appearance surprised me. I expected something more deformed or animal-like with the way the tales depicted them. I never expected someone so, human looking. Well, besides the silver white hair and cat-like eyes. The witcher's two swords were strapped to his back, glinting in the light of the setting sun. Again, my thoughts wandered to the ways this witcher has had to use them, and I quickly waved away those thoughts before it became unbearable.

Ripping my eyes from the witcher, I spotted Amrynn emerging from the stairs with her last client following after. She quickly spotted me and sauntered over.

"So, the white wolf is in Novigrad." I glanced at Amrynn from the corner of my eye.

"You know him?"

"This witcher in particular is fairly famous, or infamous, depending on who you ask. That bard Dandelion sings about him a lot, that much I can say." I nodded, knowing the bard she spoke of. The witcher and Marquise seemed to finish their conversation, and the witcher started to make his way around the main floor, most likely looking for a girl of interest. Amrynn took my arm and forced my eyes to meet hers.

"If the witcher chooses you, please be careful. You don't know what he is capable of," Amrynn whispered in hushed tones, her eyes flickering to said man. I nodded, Amrynn giving me one last squeeze before leaving my side to make her rounds. A few men passed to make small conversation with me, but ultimately decided I was not of their taste. Fine by me. My attention was mostly taken by the witcher who roamed the room as well.

I forced myself to, once again, take my eyes of the witcher. He's just another customer, nothing beyond that. Besides, a new group of men just strolled in, nearly doubling the volume in the Passiflora. Just from their talk alone, you could tell they were shitfaced. Marquise would not be happy. A stray one began to stroll up to me, and I could feel my limbs lock in distaste.

"Fellas! Here's a pretty 'un. Got eyes like the sea, you do miss," slurred the man. His breath stank of alcohol, and his friends weren't any better.

"She looks like yer sister!" Howled one of the men, the rest laughing along with him as the man who initially spoke to me began to sputter.

"Fuck off!" The man turned to me to resume any attempts he wanted to make at getting me in bed with him. But I was having none of it.

"Why don't you fuck off? The Passiflora does not tolerate rabble like you in here," I sneered, narrowing my eyes in distaste. The men were ruffled at that and all glared at me.

"What was that you stupid little whore?" One man grabbed my forearm, tugging me so his face was near mine. The stench of cheap alcohol was disgusting and made me want to cover my nose. "I'll teach you to watch your stupid mouth!" He raised his hand, and I instinctively shut my eyes in preparation.

"Enough." I opened my eyes and turned to see the witcher, his yellow eyes narrowed at the group of drunkards. My shoulders sagged in relief when the man released me, only to get in the witcher's face.

"Looks fellas! We got a mutant in Novigrad, another freak of nature!" The group roared with laughter and began to surround the witcher. Despite being outnumbered, he remained calm and spoke as normal.

"It's time for you all to leave." The man in front of the witcher spit on the ground and smirked back up at the witcher, who towered over him.

"Back off you freak. We have every right to fuck some whores!" My eye twitched at the word and, if I wasn't outnumbered, I would have been inclined to walk up and punch the smirk of that man's face. The witcher glanced around him at the group of men, then at Marquise who noticed the scene.

"I said," the witcher moved his hand in an odd manner, "it's time for you all to leave." I watched in amazement as the men around him shook their heads as if in a daze, a white aura surrounding them for a moment.

"Yes, it's time to go..." The group left without another word, their eyes glazed over. What the hell...?

"Are you alright?" I looked back to see the witcher now in front of me, his cat-like eyes staring into my own.

"Yes, yes I'm okay." His eyes moved down to my forearm, and I observed the red marks from where the man grabbed me. "Nothing I'm not used to witcher. Thank you for stepping in, however. How can I repay you?" After the words slipped from my mouth, I remembered what situation we were in. I swallowed a lump in my throat and tried my best to remain charming and sexy. Just like a strumpet is supposed to be. The witcher looked at me up and down, his yellow eyes making me fidget a bit under his gaze. Normally, I can read customer's eyes easily: lust, greed, and entitlement are normally what lay in them. But with the witcher, it was difficult to understand what he was thinking.

"I like you, like how you look." And just like that, the witcher chose me.

"Why don't we discuss where we go from here in a more private setting."