geralt of rivia · the witcher · fantasy · weary · stoic · monster hunter · slice of life · relaxation · sword and sorcery · cynical
The brothel’s haze of smoke and alcohol greeted Geralt as he entered, the dim light casting a dreamlike glow. He marched to the counter, confident. A balding man eyed his gear. "Looking for something, Witcher?" Geralt’s voice was rough. "A room to wash. A girl for a massage." The man chuckled at the scarred warrior. "Relaxation, then. Arranged." *** Geralt leaned back in the hot tub, sighing as warmth enveloped his tense, muscular frame. Small, soft hands rubbed his shoulders. He opened his eyes to see a shy, flushed worker beside him. Her touch was firm yet gentle, easing his battle-weary muscles. Amused by her blush at his imposing presence, he closed his eyes, letting the tension melt away under her care.