To Touissant

Ciri guides her horse down the path. She gazes upon the fields to her left. The sun beams down on her, making her sweat a little. It has been a few days since Ciri left Geralt and Yen, deciding to head to Touissant. She wagers she still has at least 50 miles left to go and notices the sun is starting to come down. Realizing she will not make it to Touissant before nightfall, she decides to stop at the next tavern for the night.

After traveling for some 5 miles, she sees a building up ahead and recognizes it as a tavern. Guiding her horse towards the building, Ciri heads for it. She leads her horse to the stable next to it and gets off. Tying her horse, she pats it and makes for the tavern.

Once inside, Ciri looks around. There are a few people inside, each with a mug in front of them. To her left, by the wall there's a few men seated around a table with cards in front of them. Ciri figures they're playing Gwent. She notices a couple of them look her way. She walks to the bar and sits at a stool.

"Hi, can I get a mug of cider, please?" Ciri asks the barkeep.

"Sure, coming right up," he replies. A few seconds later, a mug is in front of Ciri. She gives a coin to the man and thanks him. She grabs the mug and sips.

Suddenly, there's a roar from the group that's playing Gwent. Ciri turns and sees that one of them has lost. He shakes his head and storms off. Seeing an empty chair, Ciri gets up and walks to the group.

"Hello. I see you're playing Gwent."

"Yeah, what's it to you," one of them says, a bearded fellow.

"Well, I happen to like playing Gwent. Perhaps I can join for a game?"

"Well, it just so happens we have an opening," the man says. The group laughs.

"Perfect, I have my cards in my pouch."

"Alright, so what do you wager, then miss?"

"My name's Ciri. Pleasure. If I win, I take all your wins.

"How about something different? If you win, you let me see that slim body of yours. Just watching, no touching," the man says, eyeing Ciri lustfully.

Ciri figured he would say something like that. She doesn't need more coin, Geralt and Yen gave her plenty, but she wouldn't mind more. At the same time, the purpose of her leaving was to explore and have fun. Thinking it over, she considers his proposal.

"Fine, if I win I let you see my naked body, that's it. No touching. And if I lose?"

The man laughs. "Then not only do you take your clothes off, but I own you for the night. That means I get to fuck you all night when I want. Don't worry, no one else is going to touch you. Just me."

The prospect of having sex with the man should disgust Ciri, but considering it has been so long since she was with a man, it wouldn't be the worse thing in the world if she ends up having sex with him. Plus, it will only be him and not anyone else.

Ciri stands there, pondering.