Geralt walks out of his dorm room, and then, getting dressed into some fresh clothes, he gets ready to head out to class. His nap may have been short, but he felt a whole lot better. It was only after he'd gotten dressed just how little his clothing had left to the imagination. "Why do I always do this?" he asked himself, "Ever since I got stuck like this, I've dressed to show off. I don't have time to change again now." Ducking out into the hall, he smiles, "Time to see what mischief I can cause with the hot guys," he thinks to himself, face-palming again at the effect being female was having on him.