Take a breather.

Once the Knight-Captain leaves, you collapse onto your bed, panting heavily. Between the sordid double-feature that had been First Enchanter Vivienne and Knight-Captain Janice, you were honestly amazed you were still conscious. Oh, and you supposed your Harrowing had also taken it out of you.

You close your eyes and try to compose yourself. You've only just arrived to the tower's upper levels, and you have a feeling they have a lot more still to offer you.

-

You're not sure exactly when you dozed off, or how long you slept for, but eventually, you're awakened by a familiar voice.

"Well well, what have we here?" The voice of a young woman comes softly from the open doorway.

"Is that-" You say in disbelief, opening your eyes and sitting up.

Leaning against the frame is your old friend Catalina.

As children, the two of you had been brought to the Montsimmard Circle within days of each other. Spending your youths in the same classes, you had nursed a not-so-secret crush for the beautiful apprentice for most of your teenage years.

Her father had been a Rivaini pirate, a notorious figure who'd bedded and impregnated multiple farmlasses, lord's daughters and whores along the Waking Sea before the Empress' men caught up with him and gave him the appropriate "reward" for his naval escapades. When Catalina was four and her magical abilities made themselves known, the Templars came, and took her from her mother.

Catalina's father's heritage was evident in her looks. She was of a darker complexion than most girls at Montsimmard, giving her something of an exotic beauty that made her stand out. Not unlike the First Enchanter she so admired.

"So, you've finally taken your Harrowing, have you?" Catalina teases, inviting herself into your room. "Honestly, I thought you'd chicken out and be made Tranquil."

"I guess I just about made it." You say modestly. Catalina had always been a quicker study than you, and more driven. She had been put forward for her Harrowing about two months earlier than you, and completed it with little trouble.

"I'm glad you made it." Catalina says sincerely, giving you a quick hug. "And Andraste's tits, the new robe suits you."

You smile as she reaches down to give your exposed dick a playful swat. Unlike most on the upper levels, you're still a little self-conscious walking around with your privates on full display. Though you have a feeling such "prudishness" won't last long.

"I could say the same to you!" You marvel. What Catalina's wearing could generously be called a robe, but to you it looks more like something an Antivan's mistress would sleep in.

Spun from some manner of fine red silk, Catalina's robe ends scandalously north of her knees. The neckline plunges, in an obvious imitation of some of the dresses you've seen Madame de Fer wear. Her collar gives the impression that, should Catalina move faster than a brisk stride, her petite breasts would be exposed to the entire Circle. The thin garment is also sleeveless, with Catalina proudly baring her arms, lightly defined, either from intensive casting practice, or a couple of months of excessive handjobs.

"You'd be quite welcome to." Catalina smirks. "It took quite a few favours until I could have this made."

"It was definitely worth them." You note, openly ogling your friend's exposed, luscious skin.

"I'll say. Even if you're undressing minutes later, it helps up here to dress to impress. Did you know red is Knight Commander Baron's favourite colour?" Catalina asks, giving you an ambiguous smile.

"Seriously, you and the Commander?" You smirk. That was quite the mental image.

"And from what I hear, you and his darling daughter." Catalina giggles. "Quite the way to celebrate your advancement."

"Janice was just to wind down after the real fun." You boast.

"The First Enchanter?" Catalina asks quickly. "In her office?" You nod to both questions. In response, your friend playfully punches you in the arm.

"Lucky bastard!" She cries. "I haven't gotten to do much more than clean her pussy yet!"

"This is a good sign!" Catalina claims. "If Vivienne likes you, who knows how quickly you'll progress!"

It is a pleasing thought. Almost as pleasing as the thought of being invited back into Vivienne's office.

"We should celebrate." Catalina whispers, leaning in to kiss you as she strokes your dick.

"I don't know..." You murmur. "After Vivienne and Janice, I'm pretty tired..."

"That's not what this says." Catalina enthuses, gripping your member tight. Leaning down, the female mage playfully sucks on the head of your cock.

"Damn it!" She curses. "I can only taste Janice..."