Follow the girls

He had nothing else to do here and, if he was being honest, he would like to see the results of his ****.

It wasn't perving or anything. That's what he hoped anyway. For all he knew, they would freak out at him peeping, however brazenly they spoke about the subject. Just to make sure, he wrote another entry into the book:

My presence will not concern anyone. None of the huntresses will be freaked out by me watching.

He hoped that was good enough.

As of now, he still didn't want to break the fabric of reality by being too careless with his wishes. It was only the first day and he knows you don't spend all of your money all at once.

Following the chattering girls, he noticed new faces walking through the halls. They didn't pay him any mind, thank goodness.

Soon, there was a parade of semi-naked young women making their way outside into the warm night air. Roman thought it resembled a fire drill; they were all so casual, like they know the system and they've been through it a thousand times. Most were making conversation as they walked but, from what Roman was able to eavesdrop, it was mainly around the subject of Grimm and this class. How excited they were? What sort of Grimm they wanted? Where and for how long? Those sorts of things.

As the congregation met at the courtyard, Roman caught sight of a scantly half-dressed Glynda Goodwitch.

She made a speech.

"Ladies of Beacon. Welcome to all those who have shown up. As you know, it is Friday evening. After a week of training and mentoring, you will have a chance to demonstrate what you've learnt. I am aware of how anticipated this class has been for all of you,"

Roman was aware. Even from Glynda herself. Although she was acting professional, it was clear that she was itching to wrap this up and have fun herself.

"However, do not forget why you are doing this. As huntresses, you will be providing an important service in the protection of the world. By gifting the Grimm with euphoria, we are able to keep them away from the negativity of men and the cities. Never forget that tonight and for the rest of your careers."

Hmm, Roman thought with interest. Either she was talking out of her ass trying to excuse herself, or the book crafted its own reasoning behind all this as well.

"Now," Glynda was blushing red and jittery, as she finished up her speech, "without any further ado. Let's make our way to the Emerald Forest.

Following further, he and the mass of women made their way down to the Emerald forest. It was almost impossible to see in the darkness, if it weren't for some dim lights planted around a small area of the forest. This was likely the area, in which most of the action happens.

Speaking of...

Out of the dark, sharp red eyes glowed. Accompanied by a variety of Grimm: beowolves, ursa, boarbatusks... others. Good timing; they must know what time it is.

Roman felt his muscles tighten. He had dealt with some Grimm before but his work never gave him much experience with them. While not panicked, he wasn't comfortable around the sight of them.

The girls, on the other hand, were delighted. Swooning, cat-calling, encouraging them forward.

Blake ran a short distance, turned, bent over and cried, "Please, let me make you feel good."

Roman snickered a bit.

The Grimm didn't need much else. Once they caught the whiff in the air, they stampeded through, picking up or piling onto the first uncoupled girl they came up to.

Spying, Roman saw Red with a beowolf, Blonde with an ursa, the Cat Girl with a small griffon, and the Schnee with an enthused boarbatusk. All of whom seemed to be having the time of their lives.