[ No, she has nothing to be ashamed of at all. In fact, Geralt is deeply grateful for the unobscured view. Margo is gorgeous cast in the soft light from the lamp in the corner, making her skin glow golden. He'd have gladly admired for much longer had she not turned and given him another task. But the curve of her spine is lovely as well, and he traces calloused fingers over the small of her back on his way to his destination.
Zippers are absolutely not a thing he knows anything about, so he's grateful for her guidance. Despite being unfamiliar, it's very straightforward and he makes quick work of it.
The warmth of her skin draws him in. He moves to fit himself against her back, peeling her pants over the bell of her hips and down her thighs, somehow managing to touch a great deal more of her than the actual fabric. Leaning down, he presses his lips to her neck, nosing along the line of her jaw. ]
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Zippers are absolutely not a thing he knows anything about, so he's grateful for her guidance. Despite being unfamiliar, it's very straightforward and he makes quick work of it.
The warmth of her skin draws him in. He moves to fit himself against her back, peeling her pants over the bell of her hips and down her thighs, somehow managing to touch a great deal more of her than the actual fabric. Leaning down, he presses his lips to her neck, nosing along the line of her jaw. ]