Oh Fay... On a 7-9, choose one.

Fay looks up at you as she lounges prone on her bed, supporting herself on her elbows. She blinks and tilts your head.

"Oh, I remember you," she says. "Aren't you my girlfriend? What have you done to your hair?"

Your new room in House Leontes is rather spare. It's more warmly furnished than your place in House Minerval, but hasn't accumulated the personal touches, well, clutter, that your old room had.

That's probably a good thing, at least as far as not having any bottled imps to crash down on the floor and sting Fay half to ****.

You laugh, finally reading Fay's mood as whimsical rather than sharp. You put your hands on your hips and tilt your head. "Of course I'm your girlfriend," you say. "Have we spent more than a day or two apart since, well..."

"Since I pulled you, and you just wouldn't let go?" Fay says. She gives you a genuine smile. "Fair puzzled me, I mean, I never had trouble getting girlfriends, but they were gone before the moon went round. Until you."

You take a deep breath. "Drunk with the moon, a sibyl of dreams," you quote. Fay does have a moon-face, and she interpreted your dream that night when you sat on the terrace in the moonlight, an evening warm with the fading embers of summer, a year and more ago.

"You surprised me," Fay says. "You still do. Why do you stay with me, anyway?"

Your eyes meet for a silent moment.

"Fay, I love you," you say. "You, you say things other girls won't, and fellows would never. You laugh, you hunger, your whimsy and desire run over. Why would I want to leave you? You're a fountain of wonder."

Both of you are crying now.

Fay sniffles. "And we've both gone completely bonkers over Lolo Dragoncunt, who is nose deep in her studies. So bonkers, in fact, that we tossed over our House for one that leaves us as fish out of water."

You share a sniffly laugh together.

You cough phlegm from your throat. "Beats Draconis, I suppose."

"Bunch of phonies," Fay says.

You laugh. "You stole that from me!" you say.

"Doesn't mean it's not true," Fay retorts. "So, may I conclude from the time of day and the look on your face when you came in, that you intend with malice aforethought to make free with my gash and everything else in arm's reach?"

"Well, yes," you say.

"Well, get ON with it, Morgan!" Fay says. She wipes the tears and snot from her face with the coverlet. She buries her face in the pillow and hikes the back of her nightshirt up. Her bum is smooth and round, a double hemisphere, another moon among her many pale, full curves. Many moons has Fay. Her lips pout out pinkly from between the joining of her alabaster thighs.

Alabaster, well. Or marble.

You doff your still-new House Leontes robe and settle onto the bed behind Fay.

You have a GOAL (-3 vs. CUNNING) to conjure an animating spirit into your hair so that it will act as another pair of hands, plus a +1 to Bravery and a one-time FAVOR.

You have +2 Ambition, -1 Bravery, +2 Cunning, +0 Diligence.
Your HOUSE TRAIT in Leontes is Bravery, and your HOUSE SEX MOVE is Charm.

Your FRIENDS are Fay Applebum (your girlfriend, really) and Grace Winterthorn.

You have 2 XP.