The dust of battle settled leaving Ciri's feet aching for relief.
Her boots discarded she sought solace. A quiet moment for reflection as she cleansed away the day's grime. 
The cool water tracing erotic lines across her skin. The tension slowly eased from her toes. 
A sudden thought ignited her desires. Her feet felt ready for a new adventure. 
The memory of past pleasures lingered. She imagined a skilled touch. 
A vision of a master's hands. 
She stretched her legs. 
A teasing glance at her own perfect form. 
Her imagination ran wild with possibilities. 
The soft caress of a tongue. 
A secret desire ready to be fulfilled. 
She yearned for more. 
Each toe a separate temptation. 
Her body a canvas of pleasure. 
A lingering fantasy. 
The promise of ecstasy. 
Her feet now craving action. 
A playful arch. 
The lines of her feet. 
A sensual invitation. 
