Exhausted from her shift, Katherine’s eyes widened as the famed Witcher Ciri beckoned her over. With a smirk, Ciri draped her bare foot—dusty from the road yet undeniably beautiful—on the table. ‘A generous tip for your service,’ Ciri offered, her voice a low promise. Katherine’s gaze lingered on the warrior’s soles, her answer clear long before she whispered, ‘Yes.’