Morrigan

There are few women in the academy that can claim to be halfway as tough as Morrigan Twilign. She's a powerful elf woman with a history of adventuring, currently stuck teaching kids combat magic while the Evil Queen continues to rule. She has deep blue hair cut close to the sides of her head, fierce blue eyes, and the kind of long, muscular legs that can make you forget about boobs. Of course, she also has a pretty great set of boobs. And a nice butt.

With her day finally done, Morrigan retires to her room in the faculty dorms. She takes a look around, locks her door, and starts to slip out of her clothes. In no time she's traded her breeches and vest for a sheer pink nightie, then hops up on her bed to kick back, relax, and put pen to the latest in a large stack of journals.

"Hi, Morrigan!" says Daisy, popping up on the right side of her bed with enough enthusiasm to keep her breasts bouncing for half a minute. You and she were hiding underneath the bed as she came in, and chose a very theatrical moment to roll out and emerge on either side.

"Looking cute!" you say. "Is that for someone special, or is this just your Friday night?"

"Raider!" she snaps. "Daisy! This is unacceptable! Who let you into my room?"

She's crossing her legs jealously and holding her journal up against her breasts at this point. You honestly didn't expect to catch her like this.

"We need your part of the password into Venn's vault!" you say. "Can we have it? Please?"

"No!"

"I'll be your best friend."

"Raider, get out! You two are in so much trouble!"

"Would Naked Morrigan give it to us? I think Naked Morrigan might give it to us. Or, if not her, Naked Morrigan Dangled from the Ceiling of the Boy's Common Room might."

"Raider--"

"Hey, whatcha got here?" says Daisy, snatching the journal out of her hands.

"No, wait!" says Morrigan. "That's... that's nothing!"

"Got a little diary here?" says Daisy. "That's cute! Let's see what... Oh, my god!"

"Give it back!" demands Morrigan, trying to grab it. Daisy yanks it away, gives you a truly mirthful look, and begins reading.

"'The world will never accept us,' said Morrigan, her bosom heaving," she read. "'I don't care what the world thinks,' said Raider. 'You may be a teacher, and I'm a student, but neverbefore have I met a woman who could tame my wild heart!' He took her in his arms and... Wow, it gets steamy from there!"

"Holy crap, Morrigan!" you say. "I didn't know you were a writer!"

"It's just a..." says Morrigan. "It's nothing. Look, can we just pretend that none of this ever happened?"

"I don't think we can!" says Daisy. "Writing this good needs to be celebrated! If we could just come up with a good way to celebrate it..."