Ask Morgan for some Pillow Princessing: No. Pavilion Princessing?

⚂⚁ + 1 = 6, Miss.

"I'm sorry, Fay," Morgan says. "I have to get going." She gives you the Sad Eyes.

You give Morgan the Big Round Eyes back.

"Please please please please please," you wheedle.

"No, really, I promised Golondrina," Morgan says.

"Oh very well then, leave me to sulk," you say.

"You could come along, you know," Morgan says.

You laugh. "I thought you were going to tell me I like to sulk. What are you doing with Lolo? It's not out of doors, is it? It's still nasty cold," you say.

"Well, it starts out of doors," Morgan says. "Lolo's conjuration homework."

"Wait, is that Conjure Pavilion?" you say. "I have the perfect fabric!"

Morgan's face quirks up. She's laughing with everything but her breath.

"Hmf, you'll see," you tell Morgan.

Golondrina meets you in the courtyard. You give her a smile and a little "squint", "squint"

"Hahaha Fay, are you being a cat?" Golondrina says.

"Just for you, Lolo. Not for Morgan."

Lolo blinks. Her expression says What does that have to do with anything?

Morgan snorts and shakes her head. Her long black hair ripples in the breeze.

"Oh," Golondrina says. "You're teasing us." Her face clears and breaks out into a smile. "I missed you Fay!" she says.

"Ow, be careful!" you say, feeling a twinge from her tight embrace.

"What's wrong?" Golondrina says.

"I had to rescue Tess from some ill-willed thought forms night before last and I'm still all wrung out," you say. "I hope it isn't far."

It's a chilly march up to a sun-facing hillside near Boarbristle Academy. The breeze ripples your cloak and robes, and you're pleased you still have those little fur-lined boots. When you start to stumble, Golondrina takes your hand. When you keep struggling, Lolo leans down, scoops you up and carries you up the hill in her arms. She emanates warmth as always and you doze in her warm embrace.

"Ah?" you blink awake. The cradle-rocking motion of Golondrina's long strides has halted.

"We're here, Fay!" Golondrina says.

Your little party is on a sunny patch of bare ground, a little down from the top of the hillside.

"Just the thing, a nice walk," you say.

"Well, two of us walked," Morgan says.

"I begged you for a pillow princess day, Morgan," you say. "Not my fault if someone else delivers."

Morgan cackles. "I can tell someone's feeling better today," she says.

You give Morgan an airy princess wave, up and down from the wrist.

"Lolo, put me down somewhere and don't stand in my sunlight."

Golondrina laughs and sits you down gently on a sunny rock. It's still a little cold, but it's had enough sun this morning that it's no trouble.

"Oh, Lolo?" you say. "I brought something for the conjuration, I think it could work well for Pavilion." You reach inside your robe and tug out a nightgown, a foam-white confection of silk and lace topped with a ever-so-soft-and-fine lambswool capelet. It still has a hint of floral scent from when you wore it, years ago, before Boarbristle.

"Oh, this is good," Golondrina says. "Are you sure? I don't want to damage it."

You laugh. "I never wore it but once. It might as well pull its pitiful weight now that we're all at Beavertail."

"When?" Morgan asks. "I've never seen this."

"Before we met," you say. "Hold onto it, Morgan, we don't want it flying away before Lolo can get her wand out."

You sit, sleepy and self-satisfied, on your sunny rock, your robe drawn close against the chill of the clear winter day. You find yourself sighing drowsily, but before you nod off, Golondrina starts the preparatory incantations. She sweeps out a great circle to work within, banishes with a lusty outcry of the formulas to clear the space of contrary intents, then gets down to work. The breeze makes it more of a challenge to hold things steady, but you see the moment when Golondrina masters the transformative link. The rippling white fabrics of your old nightgown become taut and begin taking a shape that stands against the airs. In a few moments Morgan steps back, giving Golondrina full control of the operation. The hem of the skirt becomes the base of the pavilion, pressing closer to the ground than a lover's kiss. The layers of silk, lace, and cloud-soft wool shift and stretch under the enchantment, taking shape to Golondrina's direction, her will, and her vision.

Once all has found its place and stands between the sun, the air, and the ground, Golondrina ties off the enchantment with a final seal and stands before it, marveling at the thing she made.

It is rather marvelous. Lolo did it justice. Even if, had someone else done it, someone you disliked, you would have scoffed that it was a terrible mash-up of wedding cake and wedding dress.

"That's wonderful!" you call out. "Let's try it out!"

Morgan helps you up off your seat and the three of you enter Golondrina's creation. The layers of fine fabric let in the sun but keep out the chilly breeze, and the warmth is bringing out the other scents hidden in the silk, wool, and lace. The scents of your own flesh, hungry and eager and inviting, expanded by Golondrina's conjuration and called forth by the shining sun.

You moisten a finger and thumb tip with your spit and pinch a bit of the wall of the pavilion, pressing your intent upon the sunlit bower where you three witches stand close.

Roll +CUNNING(+1) to covertly cast LUST on Lolo and Morgan (+2 Cunning, -1 CONSEQUENCE). If you succeed, roll to HAVE SEX.

⚅⚁ + 1 = 9.

On a 7-9, when you CAST A SPELL, choose a flawed or complicated result:

• Fumble-success: The spell takes effect and backfires.

You lean against one corner of the pavilion. It's beautiful, bright, warm, and light, and well crafted, the fabric taut at your back. Golondrina has done an excellent job with her conjuration. As you rub a little fold of fabric between your finger and thumb, you feel the magical pavilion responding to your desires. Your nightgown, your sweat, your perfume, your longing. It's all around you, and all you need to do is to call it out. You project warmth and desire and hunger through the fabric of the pavilion. Your nose twitches as your own scent wafts back out from every billowing wall. Your mouth waters.

Morgan and Golondrina turn back to look at you.

"Fay, what's that look on your face?" Lolo asks. "What are you doing?"

Such big eyes, Fay? The better to see you with, Lolo.

"Magic," you say.

"Fay, you didn't...?" Morgan says. "You shouldn't, for you, already tired... You're going to..." Her voice trails off. She closes her eyes and licks her lips. Her nostrils twitch. She takes a deep breath and tilts her chin back. "Ohhhhhhh," Morgan sighs. Her cheeks and ears flush pink. "Fay you didn't," she says. "You did. Ah." Morgan's head sags a bit to one side, and her mouth falls open in a loose, lazy smile. "If anyone, at least it's you, Fay." Morgan's movements are slow and dreamy. She strokes her fingertips along her sleeves and soon looks impatient as her robe prevents direct touch.

Your own heart is beating fast, your pulse pounding in your ears. You feel heat and moisture where your skin touches itself. The breeze makes little wind-ripples in the fabric of the pavilion and whispers silk-soft promises and enticements. Morgan, in your eyes, takes on the aspect of a maenad whose wild revels are just starting. She casts away her robe which lands with a thump on the floor. Your robe is up and off and down in a trice.

Golondrina is also breathing quickly and deeply. You turn to look. Lolo sways on her feet, dancing to some silent melody. She shimmies her robe up and off and lets it fall. Tall and strong, broad-shouldered and flame-haired, Lolo is a glowing angel of lust in your gaze. A thread of drool traces from each corner of her mouth. She blinks open her eyes, staggers, and throws her hands upwards to catch her balance.

Her fingers catch in the cords at the crown of the pavilion which hold it in shape. She stumbles forward, her fingers still caught, and with a great roaring and flapping sound, the pavilion collapses atop the three of you, throwing you together skin to skin amidst a great heap of silky, lacy, fuzzy fabric.

Your mouth finds a nipple, sucks, feels it stiffen. Someone is kissing your fingertips. Licking them. Sucking them. Someone's leg awkwardly twists between yours. You can hardly see what's going on under the pile of fabric, but it hardly matters any more. Your three voices rise in sighs and moans. Pushing through the folds of collapsed fabric, you find each other skin to skin.

Roll +DILIGENCE(-1) to HAVE SEX with Lolo and Morgan in the collapsed magical pavilion conjured from Fay's nightgown.