On a 10+, Dorothy is pleased to have you again, +1 Forward

Dorothy the Porter stands outside the door to her cottage -- a converted carriage house or stable with loft, you think, giving enough ceiling space for Dorothy not to bump her head -- holding the huge, well-crafted wooden phallus that Marina had had made for Dorothy as a gift.

"AH," Dorothy tells you. "WELL. At ANY RATE, let us all have a BATH together, SHALL WE? And I need a PISS first." She gives her new toy a fond pat. "And I'm not letting THIS ONE out of my SIGHT for a while."

Dorothy steps beside her house to an area covered with loose cobbles. She squats, steadying herself against the wall with one hand, and lets loose her urine. The rushing yellow stream splashes on the loose rocks and flows down through them into the drainage that keeps Boarbristle's pavements and courtyards from flooding in the rain. Marina stands beside you, watching in fascination as Dorothy's thick sex lips part as she pisses. Squatting down, Dorothy's about eye to eye with Marina, or a little below you.

After a couple of minutes, Dorothy's stream dribbles to a halt. "AH, now THAT'S a piss," Dorothy says. "THERE now, GIRLS. Now let's ALL have a BATH."

Marina's cheeks are a little pink with excitement or nervousness, more so than when she presented her gift.

Dorothy leads you across the courtyard from her cottage -- to the laundry behind Boarbristle's main kitchens. She shoos away the few scullions. Dorothy fills one tub partway with hot water and puts her new wooden sex toy in it, weighting it down so it stays under water. "WARM," she says. "It's NICE when they're WARM."

She sets a bath to filling and draws another tub. "NOW girls," she says. "ROBES, off off. LET'S us give you a good soft SOAP scrub before we get in the bath PROPER."

You and Marina doff your shoes, robes, and undergarments and put them on a shelf out of harm's way. Dorothy removes her tunic -- her only garment -- and tosses it into a basket to be washed later.

At Dorothy's direction, you step into the tub and let her ladle warm water over you. She moistens and soaps a big nubbly flannel, washing all over from top to toes. Her big blunt fingers are careful and knowing, not pressing too hard as she wets, washes, and rinses you.

Her hands feel good. You remember her carrying you inside her tunic against her breasts, when you were cold and exhausted from the Chilly Tarn. Her nipples stiffening as she carried you. When she invited you for a bath to warm up. You had agreed, you had had a wonderful time, a terrible scare, and now you were back.

With Marina. You open your eyes to see Marina watching as Dorothy washes you. Marina's tongue touches her lips. Her nipples are sticking up a little, showing excitement. Her blonde hair is tied up and back.

As Dorothy works her way to your loins, you part your knees and tilt your hips a bit back and forth.

⚄⚄ + 4 = 14.

When you ENCOUNTER someone, on a 10+, they go along with what you want, take +1 Forward on your next roll.

"AH, dear, you want old DOROTHY too?" she rumbles. She rests a finger thick as a man's member between your rear cheeks, another between the folds of your sex.

"Yes," you say.

"Then it SHALL be SO," she says. Her scent is strong, after a long day working and no chance for her own bath yet. "Oh, GIRLS, you're so SWEET on old DOROTHY."

Dorothy doesn't look particularly aged to you. Her limbs are strong, her breasts are well-shaped, her flesh is firm, and her red-gold hair is thick on her head and loins, without a sign of gray. But perhaps after you've seen a cycle of new students come and go, carrying their belongings, fishing them out of the Tarn, and hearing their laughs at your half-giant form and manner of dress, or undress, maybe in a very few years, you're "Old Dorothy the Porter".

Dorothy drapes a towel across your shoulders and goes to deal with Marina.

Marina does much more giggling and simpering than you did. At least more than you think you did. Dorothy repeats her thanks and her admiration for Marina's efforts finding out the perfect gift and causing it to be made.

"SPECIAL for me," Dorothy says. "No-uns makes anything special for ME, except just BIG."

Dorothy seems genuinely impressed that Marina wants HER so much that Marina troubled herself to make something special and unique just for Dorothy.

"It IS all right if GOLONDRINA stays round, MARINA?" Dorothy asks. "She's SPECIAL to me, and she ASKED."

"All right," Marina says, giving you a look that you take as, Oh, you, barging in again.

Dorothy washes herself off and pours out the wash water.

The three of you have a nice warm soak in the largest tub, and then Dorothy gets out, dries off, and packs a laundry basket with towels and a few clean tunics that could only be hers. She plucks her new wooden toy from where it was soaking in warm water, dries it and wraps it in a double thickness of towels, setting it in the basket.

"COME, girls," she says. She lifts you from the bath, wraps you in a towel and sets you atop the basket, followed by a towel-wrapped Marina.

Dorothy lifts the basket and carries you and Marina back to her cottage. Dorothy wears great big sandals held only by her toes, the loose heels flapping as she keeps her newly clean feet out of the sand and mud. She sets the basket with you, Marina, and the dildo down at the foot of her bed, closes the door, and pokes up the fire. "Let's have it WARM, dears, WARM."

Dorothy the Porter is your FRIEND.

Marina Madeline, Fergus Firetail, and Nurse Wormwood are your FRIENDS and each will freely grant one FAVOR. Your familiar Sapienta also counts as a FRIEND with a FAVOR. (You've left Sapienta in your room).

Rebecca Honeybee is your HANGER-ON (-1 to rolls against her) and owes you a FAVOR.

You have 2 XP, -1 AMBITION, +3 BRAVERY, +1 CUNNING, and +0 DILIGENCE.

Roll +BRAVERY(+4) (+3 Bravery, +1 Forward) to HAVE SEX with Dorothy while Marina is also indulging herself.