With a splash, water droplets flying, the revered Dean of Airetusa, Lady Margarita, emerged from the bath.
Ciri stared at her body intently. The girl had seen Yennefer's naked body many times, having bathed together, with the mature female warlock teaching her various gender-related knowledge.
Ciri thought there couldn't be another body in the world more voluptuous than Yennefer's, but she was wrong.
In the face of the bare Lady Margarita, even the marble statues of goddesses and nymphs would pale in comparison.
The truth was just as Dandelion and Lann had described.
Ciri had just been carrying a tray and walked into the underground bathing area of the Silver Swan Tavern when she opened the door to this striking scene.
Lady Margarita unabashedly played the role of a beauty emerging from water.
Triss, with her red hair wrapped in a hairnet, tugged at the only towel on her body, like someone eagerly unwrapping a gift.
