8; (7-9) They grant you a favor if you have sex with them (and they enjoy it). HAVE SEX with them, and on a 7+, you gain a FAVOR from them.

⚅⚀+1 ambition = 8

You kick your legs playfully and give him a poke. "Oh, I think it will be more than a few. Now that you have fallen into my web, I'll soon be sucking you dry. Would you happen to be able to get me a good word with my herbology professor and help me with my assignments there? *suck suck suck*" you say in a little voice, leaning over and biting gently on his neck. "Ahahahah~ Ah, okay, mercy miss spider!"

Smiling, quite pleased with yourself, you lean your head against his shoulder. Most of the other students are heading off - some as blushing couples conspicuously sneaking off to one or the other's room. You look over at him and plant a little kiss on his jawline. "You know, you are quite lucky that I intervened when that Minerval student was reeling you in, you silly boy. She really would have eaten you alive. Maybe even me, if she had set her sights there."

"You'll have to bloody well elaborate on that sometime, my honey." Albert said with a little growl, giving your shoulder a squeeze. "Anyway, I'll gladly give you some help on those things, insofar as I can manage. Cor... I'd happily do your herbology just to have you in my corner when it comes time for more practical exams in conjurations. All that battle stuff you mentioned a while ago sounds like a cracking thing to learn too - sure enough there are some real head cases in this school who make bullying into the realms of the dark arts. Sometimes even bloody lit'rally. Got to stand up to that sort."

That brings your mind back to something you'd been thinking of a few days ago before you... well, before the general obsession with sex caught you up in it, too. "You needn't tell me, I have been harassed nearly nonstop by some creeping jackal casting spells on me from the shadows. I never set foot outside my dormitory except to go to classes for the entire first week, you know that?"

Albert gives you a sympathetic look. "Well blow me down. Is that a fact? Sounds like you made someone very jealous very fast, Fran. After seeing you at work, I think I have an idea how." He leaned over to you now, giving your shoulder, then your cheek a couple of kisses, and slipping a hand around your waist like a smooth operator. "Tell you what - I'll volunteer to help you brave the halls of Minerval together and find someone we can ask if they know anyone who might know a tidbit or two. And if there's any imposing trollops barring our path and trying to distract us from our goal, well, we can take them on together..." He gives your midsection an affectionate squeeze... and then starts slipping his hand lower to the back of your skirt, as if seeing how much he can get away with.

"Oh..." you coo to him softly. "You boys always have only one thing on your mind, yeah? Well you had better cool yourself down, Don Juan. My roommate Gillian is sure to be there right now, with her incessant questions." It isn't that Gillian would have any problem giving you two some alone time, accommodating though she is... but it would be rude to kick her out.

Albert gives a mildly **** "Mmmf!", shaking his head. "Was afraid you'd say that, lovely... I have the same problem myself, with a roommate who's a real stick in the mud. But a crying shame it'd be to end up cold and lonely in our beds with naught but a schoolbook to keep us comfortable, aye?" He looks around behind him and over his shoulder, twitching his nose as if getting an idea. "Can't we just... make ourselves comfortable right here?"

The two of you are sitting on a comfortable armchair in front of the fireplace. Built for just one, the seat squeezes your hips right against one another. It's an almost cliche romantic atmosphere except for the fact that you're out in the open in a great, wide-open chamber open to the public. "Mmmm," you say, grasping his hand. "But someone might see us... and the prefects will be enforcing curfew soon."

"Ohhh," Al says with a dismissive flick of his wrist and shake of his head, "what warm-blooded Leontes prefect has the heart to break up a passionate young couple embracing by the fire? And I tell you me little songbird - 'passionate' is a good word for how I'm feeling right now."

Something in you thrills at the idea of doing it out in the open like this, where any student sneaking out to get a late-night snack from the kitchens could spot the two of you. You murmur noncommittally and put your hand on his shoulder, running your hand through his hair...