On a 10+, Miss Wormwood is well satisfied, +1 Forward

⚃⚃ + 2 = 10.

"Mr. Aberdean," Miss Wormwood greets you, extending her hand and inclining her head.

There are white scars upon her wrist, puncture-marks in pairs. Her hand is cool in yours. Her fingernail tips impress your flesh. Her dark eyes are very deep in her pale face. But her most remarkable feature is that in place of hair, Miss Wormwood is crowned with a nest of green serpents, waving about, flickering their forked tongues and staring this way and that with beady eyes.

"Miss Wormwood," you say. Anastasia had told you about her. Otherwise this could have been a bit of a shock. "Pleased and honored."

She chuckles, a dry little laugh. "Well then," Miss Wormwood says. She looks up and down, taking your measure. "You seem a bit damp. The Tarn?"

"No, Miss," you say. "There was a bit of a disturbance at landing, and I'm afraid that custom was honored rather in the breach. Well, as far as the first-years were concerned."

The Headmistress jumps in. "Young Aberdean was quite dry and fully clothed when I met him," she says. "I'll be taking him in hand for some personal tutoring in Concupiscence." Her round cheeks are flushed, and her bosom rises and falls with quick, deep breaths. "I was compelled to apply Tergeo after the effusive success of his first lesson."

Miss Wormwood looks appraisingly at your face, her thin lips curling in a bit of a smirk. "Indeed," she says. "Well then, Mr. Aberdean, if you will please disrobe behind the screen? When you are finished, come back and step up upon the examination pedestal." She indicates a broad round step-stool kind of thing. As you're undressing and hanging your clothing behind the screen, Miss Wormwood continues. "We shall do a basic physical and physiological examination, and provide immunizations against the typical magical contagions."

It's a bit unnerving to step up upon a pedestal and have a sharp-faced snake-haired woman ask you to assume various statuary poses, but she seems satisfied with the results. Her long, cool fingers trace your contours, testing muscles, joints, and meridian lines, palpating your member and your stones, parting your buttocks, examining your fingers and toes acutely.

She follows the visual and tactile examination with a spell to enhance her perceptions. You get the sense she's looking into and through you now, as she asks you to breathe, to move, to change positions. She dismisses the spell and nods to you.

"Please step down and stand facing the table," she says. "Bend forward and put your palms here." She indicates a place on the table. She busies herself with a little tray. "You will feel a little sting from the immunizations."

A little thump turns into a stinging pain. One of her snakes has struck and bitten your buttock.

"Oh!" you say.

"Once more, Mr. Aberdean," Miss Wormwood says. "Easy now."

Another biting strike on the other buttock. You let your breath out with a hiss. Ah well, can't favor either one, then.

"You may stand," Miss Wormwood tells you.

You stand up to see Miss Wormwood addressing Pernilla, whose pink face has an expectant impression.

"Headmistress," Miss Wormwood says. "Your charge is a young man in rude health in every way physically satisfactory for your planned course of tutoring in Concupiscence."

Something about the very word is arousing to you. Your member pulses and slowly fills.

Miss Wormwood sniffs and shrugs. "Perhaps his pedigree and preparation will help ensure that his educational course will benefit from your attention during his first year. I have found that higher form students retain more from special tutoring."

You bristle inwardly, then let the feeling go. Ah well, faint praise is praise, after all.

"Perhaps you may have students to recommend to me for the second term," the Headmistress says.

"I shall make a note of it," says Miss Wormwood.

"Now, young Aberdean," Mistress Porcinilla says. "I see you are fully recovered from your first effusion." She nods to your erect member. "If you are willing, I would like to proceed to your second lesson in Concupiscence. With your permission, I would like Miss Wormwood to observe and assist."

A tingle of horripilation runs up your back, but your member continues to throb at full mast.

Choose a next move:

• Take a second lesson in Concupiscence from Mistress Porcinilla with Miss Wormwood attending. ROLL +Ambition (+2) (+2 Ambition, -1 HANGER-ON, +1 Forward) and describe the lesson, resolving as HAVE SEX.
• Take a second lesson in Concupiscence, alone with Mistress Porcinilla. ROLL +Ambition (+2) (+2 Ambition, -1 HANGER-ON, +1 Forward) and describe the lesson, resolving as HAVE SEX.
• Beg off, but get to know Miss Wormwood. Roll +Ambition (+3) (+2 Ambition, +1 Forward) to ASK FOR A FAVOR.
• Beg off, and indulge your fascination with the snake-haired Miss Wormwood. Roll +Ambition (+3) (+2 Ambition, +1 Forward) to HAVE SEX with Miss Wormwood. Beware a Miss or a Complicated Success -- it's probably Mistress Porcinilla (DEAL WITH YOUR HANGER-ON).
• Beg off, and meet Anastasia Roll +Ambition (+4) to ENCOUNTER your sister (+2 Ambition, +1 Forward, +1 Friend) to get oriented, get her help, or ask for a FAVOR.
• Beg off, and meet the Tutor from House Draconis. Perhaps you can ask for a GOAL for learning, or a FAVOR to join the Broom Polo practices. Roll +Ambition (+3) (+2 Ambition, +1 Forward) to ENCOUNTER Barnaby Ffoulkes, the Tutor. (Goal rules: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Having-a-GOAL%2C-Owing-a-FAVOR.223294 )

Take +1 Forward on your next roll to resolve a Move.
You have 2 XP.
Your FRIEND who owes you a FAVOR is your sister Anastasia.
Headmistress Pernilla Porcinilla is your HANGER-ON and owes you a FAVOR.