Master Volai walks in

Before they could plan anything, Master Volai walked in the room. "How goes your practic—"

"Don't look at me!" Fiora screamed, and she threw herself over a table. She managed to roll a natural one on her acrobatics check, though, and knocked the table over and probably gave the old gnome an eyeful of more than her bare bottom as she fell.

"What?" Volai looked at her, hiding behind the overturned table, and looked at Sandra, apparently unaware of what was going on.

"I can explain!" Fiora said. "I was practicing the Invisibility spell, and—"

"Oh, that spell," the old gnome said. "I swear, if it wasn't so useful, I'd have it torn from the spell books."

Fiora peeked out from behind the table. "Um, you would?"

Volai nodded. "In the field it's great; you can sneak better than the greatest rogue, if only for a few minutes. But here, in this tower of study and learning, people seem to only use it for streaking."

She blinked. "Um, streaking?"

"Well, that and voyeurism. Sometimes both. I swear, it happens to nearly every wizard; they hit level three, turn invisible, and then either take their clothes off or go visit a bathhouse." He shook his head. "They always think they're so clever, that no one else had ever thought to do that, but then after a while they find out that See Invisibility is a second level spell, too."

"See Invisibility?"

"Of course. It's in the Divination section between Locate Object and Share Language. I made it Permanent as soon as I hit level ten, but I've started to regret that."

"You can see things that are invisible?" That would explain why he hadn't noticed her nudity, because she wasn't nude, and Volai was the only one in the room who could tell.

"Of course. Why? Are you invisible?"

"I'm not," she said, standing up. She did her best to convince herself that she wasn't flashing her teacher her bare breasts, but she could see them when she looked down.

Volai didn't seem to notice. He turned to Sandra. "Are you invisible?"

"Nope." She grinned at Fiora. "But if you ever master that spell, I want you to do me. Streaking the men's bathhouse sounds like a blast."

Volai pointedly ignored that last part. "Well, enough practice for now, apprentice," he said. "I need you to do something for me."

"Uh …" She tried to muster the courage to tell her teacher the creative new way she had failed, but she couldn't do it. "What is it?"