Ciri goes to the Oxenfurt Library searching for answers.

There was a single older man sitting behind a large desk reading scrolls that glanced at Ciri as she walked in. Ciri looked around, behind the desk to the right she could see hallway that led to a large room filled with books. The famed Academy library, the reason for visit. She moved only to be stopped by a stern look and cough from the man behind the desk.

"The library is closed to the public."

Ciri narrowed her eyes at the old man. "I thought-"

"Public admittance is limited to daylight hours." the man quickly dismissed her.

"I just need-"

"You need to return tomorrow morning." The man interrupted her. "Early if you seek admittance. Admission for non-Academy members is limited to a small number of visitors each day." The man looked Ciri up and down. Her white blouse was soaked her leather pants clung to her shapely legs and with the sword on her back she looked more like a bandit than an academic.

"And don't bother coming back if you cannot read."

"I can read," Ciri replied rolling her eyes. She moved towards the desk watching as the older man eyes followed her sword.

"Look Mister..." Ciri let the question hang for a moment hoping the man would be willing to talk.

"High Custodian Alaric,"

Ciri smiled back at him "High Custodian Alaric," she began, "You see this is of grave importance, I'm trained as a witcher and am hunting a dangerous beast and need to do research in your library. So could you please."

That seemed to get his attention as he finally put down the scroll he was reading and gave Ciri a closer look. His eyes narrowed as his gaze drifted down her body, taking his time to linger on the way the material of her blouse clung tightly to the curve of her chest.

"Can't say I have ever heard of any female witchers." Alaric replied his eyes finally lifting to meet Ciri's, "From what I understand the female form is too weak to survive the magic and mutations those freaks go through."

Ciri clenched her teeth

"I'm sorry miss but the Academy has rules and the rules must be followed. No admittance after dark. Only criminals and whores are out at this hour and they have no need or respect for the knowledge contained within these halls."

"I'm not a criminal,"

Alaric's brow rose at her omission.

"Or a whore," Ciri spat. She walked away from the desk in frustration. Then turned back to look at him.

"How much to get inside," she asked and reached the bag of coins hanging from her belt.

"As a man of the Academy I won't accept a bribe," he replied arrogantly.

Ciri fumed but noticed the man's eyes drift down to her ass. She turned to fully face him and licked her lips, her heart suddenly beating a mile a minute. Maybe this one could do what the stupid fisherman couldn't.

Slowly, deliberately she dropped her coin purse to hang on her hip and raised her hand to her breasts, letting her fingers gently trace the outline of her bra before she undid one more button. She could see the High Custodians jaw clench as he watched the simple motion.

"How much to get inside?" Ciri asked again.