Aaralon assists Clara.

It did not take long for Aaralon to see the wisdom in helping her. After all, enemies were easily made here in the magic school, but allies were far more difficult to come by. Well, perhaps "ally" was too strong a word, Aaralon corrected himself, but certainly it wouldn't hurt to have a favor to call on from this beautiful, and thoroughly uninhibited girl.

The key, a small and twisted bronze affair, was indeed under the skull on the table in the hallway as the girl had said. With clumsy hands he released the anklet that held her in check, intentionally brushing his arm along her thigh to feel the warmth of her damp, satin skin. The anklet clattered to the floor.

At once, a tendril of powerful magical energy wrapped around his arm and pulled Aaralon to his feet, and away from the girl. Her deep emerald eyes met his.

"You shall call me Clara, magic student. You will not touch me again without my instruction."

Aaralon had little alternative but to nod dumbly, and he felt the magical spell release him from its firm grasp. She was powerful indeed, and at once he was relieved that he had not decided to cross her.

Clara glided past him, opening a chest in the corner of the room where she sorted through an array of garments. At last, she removed a cloak of the thinnest and most delicate gauze that Aaralon had ever seen. In a single motion, she wrapped her body in it, and fastened the golden clasp at her neck. The gauze was practically transparent, and clung to her skin as it soaked with the sweat and beast's semen on her body. She gestured to the door.

"Will the Grand Magus not be displeased if you leave the minotaur here?" Aaralon asked, cautiously.

"The anger of the Grand Magus is of no concern to me. What shall my next punishment be? Shall the sour bitch demand that I service a hundred Gnolls for shirking my full lessoning with Goliath?" Clara giggled, as though the idea amused her.

"But to more important matters. Since you have proven yourself useful, I have another task for you, student."

Aaralon was fast becomming irritated with the woman's haughty and demanding attitude, but remained silent as he awaited her next task.