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[niespodzianka]

[ This is the first still picture Geralt's ever received over the watches, and it takes him a minute to figure out how to view it, and another to process what he's looking at - the novelty if this strange technology dazzling him for a moment.

And when he does: wow. ]

I've never sent anything like that before either

[ Geralt.

But. Alright. What to say, here, this is a new phenomenon he's never experienced. Yen once threatened to magically affix a massive portrait of herself in Kaer Morhen, but that would have been something fully clothed and menacing. ]

You look beautiful

[gehennawind]

[ Every single one of her sex friends has hared off to Dorchacht. She's lonely and, more importantly, horny enough to do something as stupid as trust a nude image of herself to a magic watch. Paloma is not thinking about whether communications can be intercepted.

She is pretty pleased with how it went over, maybe. ]

Thank you. I can believe you mean that.

Was my timing off?

[niespodzianka]

Should I say something different

[ In a modern life, Geralt might respond to that with 'do u wanna see my dick' or something funny, opting out of a sincere offering due to understanding the social memery of swapping illicit pictures via social media. But he has no awareness of Send Nudes. ]

No
Just going through research

[gehennawind]

[ 2004-era phones? You’re lucky to see a pixelated boob in an email. Neither of them are truly equipped for Nudes Culture. ]

No! I loved what you said. You don’t bullshit.

You could pull it off better, I think, but if you’re researching...

[niespodzianka]

Are you lonely

[ Alright, that's probably a little teasing. ]

Pull off what

[gehennawind]

Erotic poetry. Obviously. Or another self-portrait?

[ Please don’t bully the vampire (please bully). ]

Are you gonna feel like an asshole if I say I’m lonely?

[niespodzianka]

Roses are red
Daisies are white
You with your clothes off
Is a phenomenal sight

[gehennawind]

Tulips in splendor
Orchids in bed
I remembered to laugh
And I know you’re not dead.

[niespodzianka]

Prettier than mine

[ He considers saying something like Sorry you're lonely, but shit's been crazy here, so I'm glad I went, but ultimately decides it's not something a woman wants to hear. ]

are all your knickers purely decorative
or just those

[gehennawind]

[ All her friends are glad they went, and their reasons were enough to leave in the first place, just like hers were enough to stay and surround herself with beautiful things. Maybe they'll come back, maybe they won't.

In the meantime: ha ha, he calls them knickers. ]

Wanna see?

[niespodzianka]

[ im sure they use something cuter in polish but idk what ]

Yeah

[ I mean ]

[gehennawind]

[ yeah how was that even a question... could've just sent another picture

Working for that nighttime wear boutique has its perks. Paloma comes back with an image of herself from just the waist on down in something with an absurd amount of gold embroidery, basically sheer, and two more examples folded primly across each (spread) thigh. ]

This a good answer?

[niespodzianka]

Not as good as seeing it in person
novelty of this thing is limited but you're improving my opinion

[gehennawind]

I like to cheer my friends up!

[ Slides another picture in there. It's her bare tits with a hand underneath curved to look like a smiley face. Yep. ]

[niespodzianka]

[ Geralt would prefer his face there. ]

When you asked me if I was alone
Is it because you don't want anyone else to see
Or because you want me to react

[gehennawind]

[ Yeah that'd be pretty sweet. Goofing around hasn't made her less horny or less stupid. ]

Both.

Please and thank you.

[niespodzianka]

And how should I be reacting

[gehennawind]

Depends on how you want to. Do you wanna do what I did?

Something else?

[ The word 'sext' first saw published use in a Canadian newspaper in 2004. ]

[niespodzianka]

I don't have anything sheer

[ Or.. any awareness.. of how to take a picture... ]

[gehennawind]

I'm going to stuff some undies from work into your closet. Guess you've got to be creative or figure something out until then.

[niespodzianka]

Usually women want to see me in ropes
I don't know how to make the still image

[gehennawind]

[ lord in heaven ]

You have rope? Leather's nice, too.

To send the 'still image', you [ the gentlest, most old people-friendly explanation of the process ensues ]

[niespodzianka]

[ Doesn't everyone have rope? She's definitely seen him in leather, though, that was all he owned before finally buying a few pieces of normal clothes in Aefenglom.

Minutes tick by.

Eventually, Paloma receives a picture, of the side of a run-down wall, wooden slats and all, illuminated by candlelight. ]

[gehennawind]

Is there something special about your wall?

[ if she lets on that she's laughing at him he might give up!!! ]

[niespodzianka]

[ A series of pictures follow. Most are blurry, because Geralt does not understand the need to hold the watch still, or really where the picture is being taken from (mainly because he doesn't understand the mechanics of it at all).

- Walls
- Ceiling?
- Blurry thing
- His shoes
- One, finally, in focus, is the pile of books he's going through, and a lantern with a violet wax candle in it
- Blurry shoes
- Out of focus view of the top of Geralt's head from a distance; apparently he dropped or chucked it ]