Back to your room to hang the painting

Maia walks back to her room holding the painting, doing her best to shield it from the nearly constant threats of fire and explosions.

A few people in the halls try to talk to her, presumably about the oversized painting she is running around holding on to, but Maia's determination is unwavering. She navigates the halls, coming to her own door with the painting still unmarred.

There isn't much free wall space in Maia's room, but what little there was is now covered in the masterpiece Ayl had painted for her today.

Maia thinks of the artist. Her thin body and tight curves, delicate yet immensely powerful. Her talents in both Nova Ri Spinning and Painting were unrivaled, but rather than jealousy for Ayl, Maia was overcome with a very different emotion; Lust.

Never before had Maia considered Ayl in a sexual light, but right now it's all her mind could focus on. She thought of their near embrace earlier, dreaming of taking the opportunity to kiss Ayl instead. As she imagined, Maia's hands found themselves slipping under her clothes and feeling the wetness of her own pussy.

Maia played with herself while thinking of Ayl. Thinking of the soft flesh under her clothes, the cute noises that she would undoubtedly make when excited.

After quite some number of orgasms, Maia fell asleep, her mind still fixated on the young artist.