On a 7-9, Aurelia wants to make the most of your gondola alone time

⚄⚀ + 3 = 9.

When you ENCOUNTER Aurelia to ask about her family, she wants to make the most of your alone time on the gondola. HAVE SEX, and on a 7+, you have time to learn more about her family. Otherwise treat as a MISS: either you're caught in the middle of sex when the gondola arrives (GET OUT OF TROUBLE), or you arrive unprepared (-1 Forward).

"There you ARE, Miz AURELIA," Dorothy says. Boarbristle's half-giantess porter, as always bare from navel to toes, loads your traveling cases from her porter's push-cart into the cloud-colored gondola, a long, narrow boat with an upcurving prow and stern. "And now YOURSELF." She gently lifts Aurelia from the wooden seat in the cart and sets her down into the gondola. "Mister ERIC, would you like a HAND into the BOAT?"

"Ah!" you say, startled at Dorothy's loud voice in your ear. "Ehhm?"

"Pick him up, Dorothy!" Aurelia says. "Just don't drop him in the Tarn."

You shiver. Your very first day at Boarbristle, your fear of the Chilly Tarn had caused your Wild Magic to rise, unexpectedly casting you naked onto the shore. And still the Prefects -- even Sandevin -- had just tossed you into the bone-chilling water anyway, to faint with the cold. And that was right here, at the dock where Auntie Sterling's gondola awaited you.

"Please don't!" you say, the fear, embarassment and chill of that day bright in your mind.

But Dorothy already has hold of you. You don't so much struggle as wiggle helplessly in her arms. One of your shoes falls off. Your shin presses into her belly and your toes brush the bushy red lady-hair on her mound.

"THAT'S a'right, DEARIE," she says, holding you closer. "I won't DROP you."

When Dorothy shifts her grip, your toes press into her sex. Warm and slick between her lips. You stop wiggling. You don't want to distract her into dropping you, not now. But your body goes warm and cold from embarrassment...excitement? Don't get hard, don't get hard, you tell yourself, but your warding ring keeps your willy at half-stand to begin, and being pressed into the fragrant, sweaty bosom of a giantess with your toes dabbling in her sex, well...

"Ah, ERIC," Dorothy says. "You're EXCITED to go on your TRIP, I can TELL."

Aurelia laughs. "Give him over," she says.

The embarrassment wins, for the moment. Your willy softens. Dorothy lifts you into the boat.

"M-my shoe?" you say.

"OH dear, YES," Dorothy says. "Wouldn't want your TOES to get COLD, would WE?" She leans over, her bosom shifting in her blouse, and hands you the shoe. "Safe TRAVELS!" she wishes you, her brassy voice ringing in your ears, and plants a kiss on the top of your head.

"Now, now, Dorothy!" Aurelia says. "Don't take such liberties!"

The excitement wins, and your willy is harder than ever. You feel the warding ring go snug around the root, behind your balls. Even with Aurelia's laughter and mock-scolding of Dorothy, your robe tents up high in front.

"Bon VOYage!" Dorothy says. She waves, turns round, and pushes her cart across the landing, the muscles working under the skin of her great bare buttocks. The wheels of her cart grind over the pebbly track as she pushes her cart up the hill to Boarbristle.

Ms. Sterling whispers to an ebony-black face looking back from the raised prow of the boat. The face becomes animate answers back in words you don't understand. When you were on the dock, you saw another face looking forward, ivory-white, you'd thought it was a figurehead.

The boat is its own gondolier.

"Sit down here beside me," Aurelia says. "It won't be as fast as flying broom, but it will be more pleasant."

You sit beside Aurelia on the padded passenger bench.

"Pull up that quilt over our laps," she says. "It will soon be cooler."

"Cool enough atop the Chilly Tarn," you say, shivering from your recollection.

Aurelia laughs. "We won't be here long," she says. She smiles at you, her eyes bright blue as the sapphires she wears, and her hair true gold, not flaxen or straw-pale. Her thigh is warm against yours, and your shivers subside.

"You were going to tell me more about your family?" you say.

"Let's enjoy the climb and the view," she says. She takes your hand in hers.

The gondola slides over the surface of the cold lake through curls of mist, and then lifts off gently, rising into the air as the hull drips chilly water back into the Tarn.

You rise through the lower air, getting a grand view of the country round, and then into the clouds. Fog, cloud, vapor in every direction. It's a little chilly, but the quilt is quite warm.

"No view, now," you say. "Were we going to...?"

"Eric," she says. "Once we get to my family, we won't have much time to ourselves. Let's make the most of our time alone together." Her other hand tugs up the hem of your robe and rests on your willy. It had relaxed during the climb, but it leaps to full stand at her touch.

"If we have time, I mean...?" you say.

"Yes, if we have time. After," she says. She leans in to kiss your lips.

Roll +DILIGENCE(+1) (+2 Diligence, -1 HANGER-ON) to HAVE SEX with Aurelia on the flying gondola. On a 7+, she tells you more about her family. On a MISS, either you're caught in the middle of sex when the gondola arrives (GET OUT OF TROUBLE), or you arrive unprepared (-1 Forward).