Moonlight bathes her in “can women be witchers” as she wakes needy and restless. Sheets tangle around legs while she grinds against her own hand under the covers. Slow at first, then desperate. The final climax in “can women be witchers” is muffled into a pillow, whole body shaking with release. She falls back asleep glowing, fingers still between sticky thighs. “can women be witchers” is the perfect intimate goodnight.