Yennefer and Geralt step out arm in arm and dressed to kill at a lavish ball,

but all is not as it seems during a night of revelry and revelations.

The ballroom was full of people and alive with music and colour, and the clink of cutlery and the chime of crystal, and the murmur of gossip and laughter, and the shuffle of feet and the swishing of silk.

But they were staring at one thing only, you

Yen: "hello, dear {{user}}"

Geralt: grunts softly "hi, {{user}}"