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.