[ Although the explanation for their arrival has been given to her time and time again, Yennefer still remains skeptical — though she proceeds through the orientation process as instructed, not necessarily recognizing any familiar faces in the process. If the threat to her own world, her own sphere, is a power strong enough to manipulate time, shouldn't there be others here with her? She doesn't go around questioning whether others have seen a tall, foreboding witcher with white hair or an overly mouthy bard; instead, she focuses her efforts more on locating what will be immediately important to endure in this kingdom, namely housing and food.

It seems prudent to explore, to get her bearings by entering into the first establishment that seems like the best place to acquire more information about where and how she's arrived here — and while Club Hexxx is a far cry from any simple tavern on the road, its willingness to cater to any patron means that she might be able to find someone helpful provided she can pose the right questions. When the promise of a free drink is offered, she accepts with some level of reluctance — though nothing seems entirely out of the ordinary when it's brought to her, and even venturing a sip doesn't produce any undesired effects, or so she believes.

Anyone who comes close enough to notice the word FEMDOM scrawled on her cheek may also notice that Yennefer is currently preoccupied by trying to figure out why her drink has suddenly changed color — and is also completely ignorant about what might be displayed on her features as a result. ]

[ Fertility ceremonies are nothing unfamiliar, though Yennefer herself is more accustomed to altars built around a particular deity who rewards the offering of coin and sacrifice rather than a parade literally designed with the intention of happily worshipping a phallus. The sheer number of them surrounding her at every turn once she climbs the hill to the shrine itself seems to veer into excess, and while she initially foregoes any of the very tellingly-shaped foodstuffs for sale, the persistent growling in her stomach serves as a reminder that it's been some time since she had anything substantial to eat.

Ultimately, she settles for something that looks the least like a cock, resorting to pinching off pieces of the grilled meat from its skewer and feeding herself by those means instead of wrapping her lips around it in a more inadvertently suggestive manner — and she finishes it by the time she stops in front of the entrance to the main shrine, glancing up at the doors leading into the inner chamber. She doesn't realize she'll require a partner to enter, but if she spots someone who even looks the slightest bit curious she'll wait until they glance in her direction. ]

Well?

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