HAVE SEX in the dining hall; 7-9: You have a rocking good time to mutual exhaustion. Gain +1 XP. Take a CONSEQUENCE.

⚂⚃ 3,4+2=9. Albert now owes Franziska a favor AND is a friend due to her activating her sex move. A Leontes who can be charming and genuine but manipulatively seductive at the same time is a **** to be reckoned with!

Oh God, you think to yourself. I... I'm getting excited by the possibility someone might see us. Am I really turning into a loose girl? What would mother and father say if they knew? You pause and hold that thought for a second. Well, they were the ones who suggested Boarbristle! What did they expect? ...what DID they expect? You put that thought out of your mind right away. Whether the intention was to throw you to the lions (so to speak) or not, you're here now. The professors and upperclassmen halfheartedly warn you away from promiscuous sex acts and then put rules and barriers no more substantial than cobwebs in your way.

Mistaking your navel-gazing for acquiescence, the winsome lad you're sitting with reaches over to slide his hand up underneath your shirt. You gasp and shiver as his hand traces over your tummy and up to your right breast, starting to slowly massage the sensitive bud on top with the palm of his hand. "You're so cute," he whispers to you, starting to slide his other hand under your seat and start playing grabass. "Don't mean it in a diminutive or bad sort of way, mi'love. Just there's something par-tic-ularly smashing about porcelain doll who turns out to be warm and soft and have sensitive spots 'a her own once you get to know her. I was sneaking glances off of you throughout the whole first week. If I'd known what a peach you were I'd have bloody well been more obvious about it.."

Well... once mere anticipation was replaced with the actual sensations of him pawing at your naughty bits and squeezing your waist, you warmed up to the whole situation a bit more. You still had an invisible rival to ward off, challenging spells to practice, and honor to defend. Maybe not as much sexual honor as you'd first thought but, um, other kinds. Soon classes would be so intense that it would be months before you had more free days to engage in dalliances. You needed to train yourself, learn how to get what you wanted from people.

Albert was going to give you gifts, help tease information out of the tricky Minervals, help you out in herbology... thinking about that made you feel very wanted, like you were a prize, and that made you want to add pleasure to the bargain.

"Albert," you whisper in his ear. "How much do you know about how to make a lady feel good? Show me what kind of tricks you have been picking up..."

He chuckles and gives the skin of your thigh a pat, your skirt rumpled up around your waist now. "Oh, strong on theory but short on practice. I don't suppose you teach a class on it? Let me see if I remember the fundamentals, eheh..."

You close your eyes and start softly humming and murmuring to yourself as his deft fingers start massaging you through your panties. His finger goes deep enough to slip just barely into your folds, leaving a wet spot on your undies when he pulls it back. He then starts with a slow, circular massage of your upper reaches, feeling his way along to find your little button. He attentively keeps his other hand gripping your chest so he can feel what makes you gasp and shiver. After a few minutes of that, he gets a cheeky grin and works his fingers past the edge of your soft cotton panties and into your slot.

"Mmmmh! Oh my, so direct!" you say conversationally... but he slides his hand on your chest all the way up through the neck of your blouse and puts it over your lips.

"Ssssh, my dear." he says. "Still near a dozen students faffing about before bed in here. Hmmm - unless you're hoping some of them will join us, you dirty birdie."

He leans over against you, pressing you up against the armrest. You feel something poking against your thigh, and you're rather certain it isn't his (wooden) wand. Burying his face in your hair for a moment, Albert kisses in a line up your neck - when you move to lay your head on his shoulder, he uses his height advantage and kisses you aggressively on the lips from above. Albert has a very nice mixture of patience and insistence. You put your arms around his neck as the two of you keep kissing sloppily, and lose track of time as he gradually escalates his two-fingered **** on your wet hole.

Although you're already feeling pretty hot and flustered with all this, you really let out a shrill cry of surprise when you suddenly feel it joined by the tip of his pinky finger probing and wiggling its way into your back hole as well. He pulls away from the kiss and chuckles at your reaction. "Too salty for you, Fran?" he asks cheekily. Red-faced, you don't comment right away, and he inserts it a few inches, though not nearly as deep as the fingers in your womanhood.

"I'll be honest Fran - I've been expecting you to suggest breaking out the cat-o'-nine-tails and nipple clamps any minute here. Going to make me be the first one to escalate to something kinky, are you?"

You give Albert a dirty look. "How about you let me **** you a little, see if you find that kinky enough." you say in a snidely teasing tone.

"Hmmm, you're right, Fran," Albert says. "Second date materi - oh shi - AHEM!" he says in a suddenly louder voice. "Can I help you?"

Your eyes snapping open in surprise, you look over and see a pair of Leontes students - a pale, hook-nosed scarecrow of a man with a condescending smirk, and a dark skinned woman who looked of South Asian descent with a lush figure, particularly where her hips and thighs were concerned. The man's arm was draped over her shoulder but she had an oddly impassive, unmoving gaze that made it impossible to gauge what she was thinking. You didn't recognize either of these two. Students from other houses in disguise? No, that would be an awfully great risk for them - more likely they were Leontes upperclassmen, 4th years or higher who seldom interacted with the newer students and kept to themselves.

"Looks like you're helping yourself to some scrummy little biscuits there, mate." the cheeky new fellow said. "Well, you're both lucky little twats - my honey Samara Grover here is an old friend of the housemaster, and he gives us free license to enjoy ourselves here late nights once curfew time rolls around. And it IS that time." He guided his girlfriend(?) over to the ottoman near you and Albert, sitting down and pulling her into his lap. She was still giving you that creepy, silent stare - you think you detected a hint of disapproval, but she wasn't open about it.

"W-who are you?" You ask, frowning. "Can you not see that we are in a private... conversation?!" You give a glance over at Albert, but he doesn't pull his fingers out of you or take his hand away from your breast.

Samara finally speaks up. "That's a stupid question." she mutters at you sharply. "Clearly he could. This is Patrique Collier, my bastard of a boyfriend. Think for a moment, and I think you two will figure out what he wants." She keeps staring emotionlessly as she suddenly plunges her hand down Patrick's pants.

You're speechless. "Now," Patrique continues with a low chuckle, "I know you don't want us to have to call the prefect in here on you or throw you out... and we don't want anything too around-the-bend, right Sam? Hm hmhm... Just a little background scenery to help spice things up for a loving couple. Now you wouldn't be opposed to that, would you?" There is an awkward pause, then he leans over and claps Albert on the shoulder. "C'mon, stop gawping and get back to diddling your girl, there, mate!" he took a deep, dramatic whiff. "I can smell she fancies it. Let's have a go at it, I'm always aching to see how good of a shag Samara is in comparison to the house's new meat."

Albert turns to you and thrusts his fingers deeply in you again, making you give him a dirty look.

"You... really want to...?" you ask in surprise and embarassment.

"So sorry Fran," Albert says, "I must've accidentally cast the 'Summon Creepers' spell when you were rubbing up against me trousers there. Really though, you're not going to let them, um bully us away are you? You ask me, the thing to do is for you to give my todger a good hard ride here in this chair, show that you're not one to get sent scurrying by such a, um, transparent power play!"

You're starting to feel frustrated; you can't really do it with these two watching, can you...? You could just leap up and try to pull Albert back to your bedroom with you, but not only would that be even ruder to Gillian (it's almost 10 o'clock, now), but that creepy Collier boy potentially tell on you, you'll never be able to meet his gaze again. That, and there's some deep part of you that perhaps really would enjoy having an audience before you go any further with Albert.

You have 4 XP.

Franziska's options:

• Go along with the voyeuristic plan and continue having sex with Albert while the other couple watches. (Replace a CONSEQUENCE with gaining an ENEMY: Samara, from jealousy).
• Up the ante and suggest swapping partners.
• Continue with Albert just long enough to climax and then go find a prefect to tattle on Patrique and Samara (gaining of CONSEQUENCE replaced with having to GET OUT OF TROUBLE).
• Drag Albert back to your room and make it up to Gillian for the intrusion later.