Discretion is the better part of valor (for now)

Your fists clench at your sides, the urge to stand up for yourself screaming in your mind. But as you look into Einamina's gaze, you see the cold, ruthless glint in her cyan eyes. The way she glares down at you, with such blatant disdain and superiority, makes it clear that she would not hesitate to put you in your place. Hard. She is an elf, and you know that their noble families train their children in mage duels from the time they can walk. You’re a talented mage, humans who aren’t talented don't get into St. Augustine, but your loss in a straight up fight with Einamina would be nearly guaranteed. Better to get back at her more obliquely.

Swallowing your pride, you force yourself to unclench your fists, your nails leaving crescent indents in your palms. You take a deep breath and turn away from her, trying to focus on the thought of your own prank paying off tomorrow. Laugh all you want you arrogant asshole, you seethe internally, we’ll see how superior you are when you put on a bra full of creeper vine tomorrow!

With that thought in mind, you limped over to your bed, your ass still smarting and your balls still aching from their earlier abuse. You climbed into bed gingerly, wincing as the sheets brush against your sensitive skin. As you lay there, staring up at the ceiling, you vow to yourself that you will not let her break you. Tomorrow, you will show her what you're really capable of. Tomorrow, you will make her regret ever underestimating you.

For now, you try to block out the sound of Einamina moving around the room, the rustle of silk sheets as she settles into her own bed. You focus on the steady rhythm of your own breathing, the rise and fall of your chest, and the thought of the impending scheme that will hopefully allow you to repay this treatment with interest. With thoughts of Einamina's downfall in mind, you eventually drift off to a fitful, restless sleep, dreaming of the look on the elf's face when she realizes what you have done.