GET OUT OF TROUBLE from wrecking the storeroom, selfishly (roll 2d6+AMBITION)

⚁⚂ 2, 3 +1 = 6, failure! What goes around comes around for cads who try to lure random girls into bed...

You gulp, sweat starting to mat your hair and bead on your forehead as your post-orgasmic high fades. Wiping yourself off and pulling up your skirt, you sniff and note with embarrassment that you smell strongly of both female and male cum, especially with no panties to slip back on. Your hair is mussed, your top is sweaty and got splattered... you look over to Tucker getting himself dressed, trying to remember where he'd tossed his shirt in his haze of lust after retrieving his briefs. A few minutes ago, his toned, muscular body and hairy chest had seemed like something out of an erotic dream, but now, he just looked like a sweaty brute who'd get you in trouble. And it was very doubtful he'd willingly accept his share of the responsibility. Right now, marching yourself up to a professor and explaining everything you'd done here would be the most mortifying thing imaginable. And with all the noise you had made, it wasn't long before someone would be coming to check what had happened here. Humorously, it suddenly occurs to you WHY there are such strict rules against having sex in classrooms except when required for an assignment... a pair of young witches and wizards can do a lot more collateral damage than a couple of mundane teens.

An idea formed in your mind. It wasn't exactly the Leontes way - you were suddenly realizing that your new house's sexual ideals were going to be a lot harder to live up to than you thought. What you were about to do is that kind of thing a cheap, tawdry harlot who loved them and left them did. But such is life, sometimes - better to give yourself a chance to do better the next time, right?

"I will allow myself... four or five mistakes like this." you mutter to yourself, looking down at your feet and wiping a droplet of semen off your stockings with a finger. "If I end up slipping up and acting like a back-alley whore six or seven times on the way to meeting someone proper, well, that is just the way things have to happen, yes? So, as long as I do not make another 11 or 12 mistakes like this I can still be a proper Leontes with a proper romance..."

"Did you say something, Franziska?" Tucker asks, wiping his ear again. "Cor! Shite! It's dark in here, and I can't find my shirt or my robe... oh fuck me, and where'd my wand get to?! Did'ja knock it into a corner or something you silly bitch? Hurry and help me find them!"

You come up behind him and put a hand on his strong back, giving him a tender hug from behind and a kiss on the shoulderblade (which was as high as you could get without standing on your tiptoes). That made him stop, and give a little hum of affection. "Thank you, Tucker. That was wonderful." you say to him. "So wonderful I will not ask you to do my homework, or anything like that. I will help you finish getting dressed, but first, I must make myself decent. I am suddenly feeling modest." You speak loudly, and he winces but you think he got most of that, because he nods.

' Well,' Tucker thought to himself, 'She's a pretty tasty bird and softer than she seems, too. If I put my head together with her, I'm sure we can find a way to slip the noose on this one - she's a damn fine spellcaster in addition to being a good shag. I bet she's already planning to seduce me again, little minx, hah! If I could just get in contact with Mistress Porcin-' The young man's train of thought was interrupted by a loud door slam behind him, and the sound of a bolt turning. He turned around with a start and saw the door closed, and Franziska nowhere to be seen. He leapt over to the door in a couple wide strides and tried the handle but it didn't budge. He threw a shoulder into the door in desperation but it was too solid. Eyes bugging out in panic, he started searching the glass-covered floor for the dropped wand. Finally finding it after a tense five minutes in the dark room, cursing to himself, he took aim and fired the most forceful telekinetic burst he could with a shout, smashing the door wide open and breaking the hinges. Feeling home free, he ran out... and then froze more suddenly than he could if a basilisk had been standing there. Right there in the hallway, paused in mid-stride, was Professor Pinn, a particularly tall woman in her late forties with a permanently severe expression and a fondness for leather corsets. "Good morning to you, young man. Might you favor me with an explanation for why you came within a hair's breadth of smashing me with that door?" The color drained from Tucker's face and he could think of nothing except the elaborate punishments this professor had a reputation for.

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Whistling casually, you do your best to find the most direct route back to the Leontes dormitories in these winding, labyrinthine halls. Unfortunately, on a weekend day like this, there is more foot traffic than almost any other time. You pass several groups, not interacting with any of them but hearing (or at least, imagining you're hearing) them whispering about you as you pass, talking behind your back. This is, you realize with a tightening sensation in your stomach, what they call the walk of shame. You're exhausted, your bottom is sore from the forceful smacking that Tucker was giving it, and on top of it all, you feel guilty in spite of yourself. Guilty for getting pulled into such a situation in the first place, and guiltier for lowering yourself to the level of that Draconis cad. You almost feel a tear welling up in your eye when you think about your father would say if he knew what just happened. At one point, you pass a pair of Leontes girls who you don't recognize, also first-years, and the two of them whisper to one another and then give you a round of appleause as you pass, making your face flush even worse.

You suddenly realize that going straight back to the bathhouse and washing yourself would be a bit of a dead giveaway - the custom was to bathe before bed, and taking a hot bath this early in the day would be a bit of a dead giveaway. You'd just have to deal with it for now. Silently, you make a note to go to the library tomorrow, if not sooner, and find some spells for concealing the smell of sex and conjuring fresh pairs of panties. You'd just have to go on folding your arms and legs in such a way that it hid the semen stains on your clothes.

Realizing you were dreadfully hungry, you decided to go ahead and go to the dining hall instead. Twenty minutes and a few coins later, you are sitting by yourself with a plate piled with yeasty rolls spread with butter and marmalade, and a tall cup of coffee. The food helps your mood immensely, and as you savor a roll, you're starting to feel quite calm and almost content, looking on the positives (winning the duel, dodging any immediate disciplinary action, having an org- NO NOT THAT) when you hear a clatter of dishes and a swish of a skirt - turning, you see Winnie settling in next to you. Before you can say anything, she elbows you and grins mischievously. "Fran! Tickled I caught up with ya! Hah, that's a stonking great plate of rolls you been noshing on there, and I know what that means! Rating?"

"P-pardon?" you ask, swallowing and raising an eyebrow at her suspiciously. Winnie just giggles, giving you another gap-toothed grin. "Y'know, THE rating! Scale of 1 to 10!" she stares expectantly at you and then tosses her curly hair to the side and gives an impatient little huff. "How GOOD was he, in the sack? C'mon, I just wanna know for per~sonal reasons love, I dun judge! Secret's safe and all that rot! Just tell me, I'm so curious!"

You suddenly clear your throat and feel a tiny touch defensive. "Wh- Are you making fun of me? I suppose YOU hav... have not fucked anyone already?" you say a little too loud. Of course - now that you focus - you can faintly overhear a lot of conversations having to do with sexual matters... Winnie just rocks back and forth in her seat, starting to blush excitedly and put her hands up to her cheeks. "Noooo, not since I got here! Shite, you work fast, girl!" Your nose wrinkles, and you give Winnie an almost dog-like growl. In response, she just claps a hand over your shoulder and titters disarmingly, giving you a friendly hug. "Oh c'mooooon, dun be so private, love! I'm not makin fun or anything, I'd really just like your help! We've missed most of the morning broom polo match by now, but once it's over the students, including a good chunk of the Leontes, will be streamin' back in here, still all full of vinegar from the excitement and looking to blow off some, ah, steam. Not to mention havin peeped on some of the polo players' skirts flying up, it's a co-ed league now y'know, hah!" she squeezes your shoulder affectionately. "Stick around with me love, won't you? Help me meet someone! Preferably a bloke but, well, I think I can get into the open-minded an' adventurous spirit!" She pauses and thinks about something. "Ohhh, don't worry hun, I'm not comin-on to you now! I like you a lot but I think we'd be better for now staying girlfriends rather than GIRLfriends, aye?"

You're a little shocked by that. "Um, but," you sputter, folding your hands, "Are not... isn't Leontes supposed to be about courtship, and commitment, and monogamy...?" you ask, honestly not so sure yourself. Winnie just shrugs dismissively. "Huh. I'm guessing the rating of that smug Draconis peckerwood wasn't too high, eh? Well, isn't a thing to worry about! Monogamy has to start somewhere right? No shame in finding out if you're physically compatible with someone before you get into the more serious stuff, right? So long as you ease into these things an' be safe about it, it's perfectly alright! I had an older sister who went here through Leontes, and I tell you, if anything she either exaggerated or things were even wilder in her day!"

Surprisingly, Winnie's flippant exhortations do make you feel better. After all, you imagine that you were FAR from the only student in the school making a sexy mistake at that particular moment. You're a grown woman now and the rules are different here, maybe it's okay to do these kinds of things without it having to be the culmination of a chivalrous courtship.

"Well," you say, "As to your earlier question... I would rate... a seven." Winnie's eyebrows perk up in fascination. You whisper to her: "He made me climax twice. But his personality was rotten. So.. I'll stick with you for the moment, and we can watch each other's backsides." Winnie gives you a little kiss on the cheek and claps her hands happily.

Franziska's options:

• Stay here in the dining hall with Winnie (ENCOUNTER her) and just get to know her better and make friends with her, sharing romantic advice.
• Stay here in the dining hall with Winnie (ENCOUNTER her) and try to work as a team to pick up other Leontes; if you succeed on the ENCOUNTER you can have a quick group fling - if successful you may use your sex move to make Winnie your FRIEND rather than one of the students you pick up.
• Suggest to Winnie that the two of you try and get permission slips from your House Warden or a professor to visit Turnbuckle for the day (ASK FOR A FAVOR).