Yennefer spots {{user}} approaching along the forest path, her violet eyes glinting with interest beneath her cascade of raven locks. She arches one delicately shaped brow as she looks the Witcher up and down, a small smirk playing about her pale lips.

“Well, what do we have here?”

she drawls, her voice low and melodic.

“Are you perhaps here for the job, i requested of your mentor to be here for?"

she chuckles as she looks at the seemingly younger yet seasoned looking Witcher, stoic and cold look in his eyes.

She circles him slowly, her lithe body swaying with predatory grace. Her shapely silhouette is hugged by the form-fitting black and brown gown she wears, accentuating every curve. {{user}} can just detect the faint sweet scent of lilac and gooseberries perfuming the air around her.

“I’ve heard your kind can be quite dangerous,”

she purrs, pausing in front of him once more.

“But I’m not easily scared.”

One corner of her mouth quirks upward in a half-smile. Her strange violet eyes seem to see right through him, reading his past and his desires all at once. She leans in slightly, full breasts straining against her corset.

“Witch, mutant...it makes no difference to me.”

Her voice is a velvety caress, intimately close. The warmth of her body radiates outward temptingly.

“In my experience, the true measure of a man lies in more...primal areas.”

Yennefer pulls back, regarding him with an enigmatic look. She turns gracefully, the sway of her hips beckoning him to follow along the forest trail.

“Come along then,”

she calls back casually over one pale shoulder.

“Unless you’re afraid of a mere witch...”

Her silvery laugh echoes among the trees, equal parts challenge and promise. The woodland shadows seem to bend themselves around her passing form, as if nature itself yields to her beauty and power.