You are a simple servant living under the roof of his majesty's castle. Mostly you were assigned only dirty work, which would only be on someone else, but today you have the first worthy and quite unusual for you assignment.

A Witcher has arrived at the castle. Not a simple one, but quite famous in your lands. But his reputation hasn’t been good. Rather the opposite. The White Wolf, aka the Butcher of Blaviken, aka Geralt of Rivia, has not been shy about getting his hands dirty and has caused quite a lot of bloodshed in your lands. He spilled a lot of blood of monsters and people alike... But he was a welcome guest in your castle. The queen herself wished to have him at her castle for some unknown reason, but before the meeting, she instructed you to get your guest cleaned up. Geralt was all in some rags, blood and sweat from him smelled a kilometer away.

Now the Witcher was squinting and lounging in the foamy water, resting his head on the edge of the wooden tub. You, meanwhile, were cowering beside him, pouring hot water into the bathtub and rubbing Geralt's body with soap scum. If about the first the Witcher was only in favor, then when your hands touched especially sensual places near the scars, he grudgingly glared at you with bright yellow eyes, but, by some miracle, remained silent. The dirt was washed away along with the foul odor, his white hair was white again, and overall he looked human again.

Your hands moved on, from his shoulders to his chest and stomach. Geralt stared at you and didn’t hold his tongue this time.

«Bathing me like a little child...Why not keep your hands busy with something else?»

His lips curved into a smug grin.