[ She's mostly speaking in the hypothetical with regard to any fellow dominants; in reality, she hasn't slept with anyone since her arrival, at least not anyone else.
Quota is one of those nagging thoughts that's been on her mind, something she'll need to take steps to see to sooner rather than later, but part of her resists the idea of spreading her legs just to satisfy someone else's requirement.
Of course, at the present moment, she's not going to divulge any of that; she has the idle thought that he likely wouldn't want to know whether she's fucked anyone the same way she wouldn't relish hearing every detail of who's shared his bed. ]
Is it really only three times a month? [ She plays it off with a lighter tone of voice, the flick of a wrist. ] Easily managed.
You would be surprised at how many people have trouble with it.
( he's seen plenty of posts on the network about people being in jail because they haven't made quota. he's never paid close enough attention to know if it's by choice or if they just hadn't found anyone willing to sleep with them.
he's never had an issue and he knows that she won't either even if his mind skitters away from that thought. )
I don't want to call it fair but I suppose they could have set it even higher to make it even more difficult. So, we're fortunate there.
There's nothing in their rules about it being with the same person through all of those encounters, is there?
[ She doesn't even really require him to offer her confirmation; she's harbored her suspicion about it for some time, even if she hasn't made it around to fucking anyone else beyond the afternoon they'd shared. Despite that, she's uncertain if it counts as only the once, or if they'd paused enough times in between for it to be considered more than one notch on the monthly requirement.
She almost wants to laugh, albeit dryly, that she has to even so much as think about whether the time she'd spent in his bed counts toward some ridiculous quota, but instead she takes another sip of her drink. ]
Of course you wouldn't be at a lack for choice. I'm sure there are many women and men who want to be able to say they've had a witcher in their beds.
[ It is strange, ultimately, being in a place where few if any people have any kind of reference for witchers, or chaos, or things that they simply take for granted on the Continent because they've grown up with a certain level of knowledge of them all their lives.
Naturally, the route she has for dealing with her unsettled feelings about him meeting quota with anyone else is to simply make light of it. ]
Well, I imagine you're something of an... impressive novelty. [ She tilts her head slightly, letting her gaze rake over his face. ]
If they know nothing of witchers, surely that means they've never seen anyone like you before.
( and while his tone remains the same, there's a tightening of his jaw and a pinching of the skin at the corners of his eyes that tells her he doesn't appreciate that. )
Very kind of you.
( he shakes his head and sits back, lips pursed. )
[ She isn't being fair about it — letting her own complex emotions about the thought of him fucking other people directing her into placing those feelings elsewhere, and in that moment her expression sobers.
She won't apologize directly about it, but she does have the sense to look somewhat chagrined about resorting to something less kind. ]
I don't want you to go to jail, for what it's worth. [ That quiet admission finally leaves her, and she hastily ventures another sip of her drink, as if by doing so she can feign more nonchalance about expressing something in the vein of actual sentiment towards him. ]
( his tone hardens a bit and he looks away, still a little miffed about what she's said to him. despite acting like he doesn't have emotions, he does and some are better at picking at them than others. )
It's not something you have to concern yourself with. I've no intention of doing something to get myself placed into their prisons.
Intention and action can sometimes be two very different things.
[ She certainly has no plan to get herself arrested for anything that could be considered against these city's laws, even if she's convinced that many of them are arbitrary and unnecessary — and more than that, she definitely doesn't like being told who she can and cannot fuck.
Such stubbornness too is likely what earned him all of those citations, she thinks, finally pushing her drink across the table and moving to stand up. ]
But I'll leave you to finish your ale now. This has been... an enlightening conversation.
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Quota is one of those nagging thoughts that's been on her mind, something she'll need to take steps to see to sooner rather than later, but part of her resists the idea of spreading her legs just to satisfy someone else's requirement.
Of course, at the present moment, she's not going to divulge any of that; she has the idle thought that he likely wouldn't want to know whether she's fucked anyone the same way she wouldn't relish hearing every detail of who's shared his bed. ]
Is it really only three times a month? [ She plays it off with a lighter tone of voice, the flick of a wrist. ] Easily managed.
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( he's seen plenty of posts on the network about people being in jail because they haven't made quota. he's never paid close enough attention to know if it's by choice or if they just hadn't found anyone willing to sleep with them.
he's never had an issue and he knows that she won't either even if his mind skitters away from that thought. )
I don't want to call it fair but I suppose they could have set it even higher to make it even more difficult. So, we're fortunate there.
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[ She doesn't even really require him to offer her confirmation; she's harbored her suspicion about it for some time, even if she hasn't made it around to fucking anyone else beyond the afternoon they'd shared. Despite that, she's uncertain if it counts as only the once, or if they'd paused enough times in between for it to be considered more than one notch on the monthly requirement.
She almost wants to laugh, albeit dryly, that she has to even so much as think about whether the time she'd spent in his bed counts toward some ridiculous quota, but instead she takes another sip of her drink. ]
Of course you wouldn't be at a lack for choice. I'm sure there are many women and men who want to be able to say they've had a witcher in their beds.
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Most people don't even know what a witcher is. Why are you bringing that up anyway?
( he knows she is going to have to sleep with other people and he is doing his best not to think about it. )
Would you like me to just not fuck other people and go to jail?
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Naturally, the route she has for dealing with her unsettled feelings about him meeting quota with anyone else is to simply make light of it. ]
Well, I imagine you're something of an... impressive novelty. [ She tilts her head slightly, letting her gaze rake over his face. ]
If they know nothing of witchers, surely that means they've never seen anyone like you before.
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( and while his tone remains the same, there's a tightening of his jaw and a pinching of the skin at the corners of his eyes that tells her he doesn't appreciate that. )
Very kind of you.
( he shakes his head and sits back, lips pursed. )
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She won't apologize directly about it, but she does have the sense to look somewhat chagrined about resorting to something less kind. ]
I don't want you to go to jail, for what it's worth. [ That quiet admission finally leaves her, and she hastily ventures another sip of her drink, as if by doing so she can feign more nonchalance about expressing something in the vein of actual sentiment towards him. ]
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( his tone hardens a bit and he looks away, still a little miffed about what she's said to him. despite acting like he doesn't have emotions, he does and some are better at picking at them than others. )
It's not something you have to concern yourself with. I've no intention of doing something to get myself placed into their prisons.
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[ She certainly has no plan to get herself arrested for anything that could be considered against these city's laws, even if she's convinced that many of them are arbitrary and unnecessary — and more than that, she definitely doesn't like being told who she can and cannot fuck.
Such stubbornness too is likely what earned him all of those citations, she thinks, finally pushing her drink across the table and moving to stand up. ]
But I'll leave you to finish your ale now. This has been... an enlightening conversation.
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( he doesn't try and stop her from leaving, sitting back and watching her as she stands. )
I hope you find the rest of this place just as enlightening.