you don't talk to no one, don't you look at nothin'

[verbrannt]

No one's gonna love you
No one's gonna touch you
No one's gonna look at you the way that I do
No one's gonna save you
Use you up and break you
I'm the one you pray to every night 'cause you're mine

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[verbrannt]

Yennefer's reputation undoubtedly precedes her; that she's so openly attending is notable in and of itself. Approaching her, therefore, is nearly as good as announcing that Astrid has ulterior motives, but there's no getting around that point. What matters now is ensure that she can craft a clever enough puzzle about herself to prevent Yennefer from seeing through her entirely. It is a game they might both enjoy, to a point.

She sips delicately from her own glass, hands neatly manicured but unadorned other than the rings.

"Hardly," Astrid responds, tongue faintly tracing her own lips. "Why should one woman diminish herself at the request of another, or anyone? Especially when she clearly understands the meaning of taste."