One out of three ain't bad...

"I will start with the ninety-six!" Petra said. She placed the songstress into the shape of a six.

"Now I must assume a nine!" Petra said. She took the appropriate shape, and Dorothea automatically began to lick Petra's pussy.

"I feel pleasure!" Petra said. She began to lick away at Dorothea's pussy. Sylvain stood by the door and watched as the blank songstress and foreign princess achieved orgasm.

"Now," Petra stood her doll up. "I must commence with the eating of the pussy cat. There are many of those around this place."

"Ah, not what that means," said Sylvain.

"Oh, Sylvain," Petra said. "Have you familiarity with double woman techniques of Fodlan?"

"Well, I'll show you if you need help," Sylvain said. He looked to Dorothea, who was being propped by the wall.

"Here," he spread the naked Black Eagle's legs. "Eat that," he said, pointing to her pussy.

"Ah, I see, so 'pussy cat' is a Fodlan term for vagina?" Petra asked.

"Something like that..."

"You have much wisdom, Sylvain," said Petra as she dove into Dorothea's pussy.

After her doll had once again achieved orgasm, Petra wiped the love juices from her mouth and looked to Sylvain.

"Can you please tell me how a pair of scissors is involved? It sounds quite painful..."

Sylvain sighed and showed Petra how to scissor. She thanked him and he left her to it.

He had both Rhea and Ingrid to look forward to later, and it was late evening.

He saw Hilda, the lazy, pink-haired beauty of the Golden Deer, having tea with Lysithea (and by having tea, he meant Lysithea was doing Hilda's homework), and an idea struck him.

Hilda Goneril is naked. No one notices or cares.

Hilda's clothes vanished as she and Lysithea kept on chatting. Sylvain approached them.

"What do you want?" Lysithea asked, annoyed.

"Lysithea, ride the boat."

Lysithea's eyes glazed over as she leaned over the table to get a faceful of nude, big boobs.

"Ugh, seriously?" Hilda whined. "Wanna watch, Sylvain?"

Sylvain wrote once more.

Hilda Goneril is completely frozen, in both mind and body. Lysithea von Ordelia are now an art piece, commisioned by the Church to show the beauty of lesbian loves, as well as portray the origin of the mealtime greeting. While they are in this mode, no one will remember them as students, merely artwork. They may only be restored to their original selves if Sylvain Gautier says 'Art is trash', at which point they will continue their lives as if nothing happened. If Sylvain Gautier ever tells a pair of women 'art is beautiful', they will assume Hilda Goneril and Lysithea von Ordelia's positions, taking their place as the art. If Sylvain Gautier doesn't like the positions of the women, he can say switch, and the women will switch roles. And of course, the reverse trigger works on them as well.

Sylvain thought of all the combos he could make. Someone like Flayn motorboating the giant bosom of Manuela, Edelgard getting a true taste of Archbishop Rhea's tits, maybe even forcing Bernadetta in on the action...sure, this was similar to his mealtime rule, but everyone just kind of ignored it there, since it was tradition. This was art, made to be admired.

He saw the table the two were sitting at had vanished, and Lysithea, still in her academy uniform, was really going in on Hilda's naked tits.

There was a plaque in front of the women

'MOTORBOATING BEAUTIES' it read. 'THE ORIGIN OF GARREG MACH'S MEALTIME GREETING, PUT INTO ART FORM'

Sylvain saw many students gather, including many of Lysithea and Hilda's classmates. None recognized the young mage and warroir, of course, they were just here to admire the art. In fact, by the looks of things, Professor Hanneman was leading an art tour.