Thankfully Yes

Looking around at the rooms you realise they all are the same, even though every single one feels off. Almost like there's something over them. With 5 rooms on each side of the hallway it seems there is more than enough space for the small class of students this year and their new servants. But what did Mistress Daehva mean about loaning us these personal servants?

A tug on your arm pulls you back into the world of reality and you see its coming from the human woman and with her muscular arms the pull is rather strong. She points to one of the rooms and looks back at you with what you'd suspect as expectancy if she didn't have the mask on. Going to the room she pointed to you peek quickly inside to make sure there isn't something horrible waiting for you.

Inside though is far from terrible, the room is a plush space with pillows across the floor, drapes lining the walls with dazzling colors, and an incense pot in the middle of the room. It gives off a familiar scent almost like the tavern did when the owner's son was married... cider. A wonderful scent that fills you with content and a deep calm but still puts you on edge from the bad memories during your stay in the piss soaked tavern.

Sensing no danger you step into the luxurious room and cross it to have a seat on one of the pillows surrounding the incense. Your two companions also find pillows on either side of you, both facing you but looking down like you think a servant would. The strong human woman looks up first and reaches a hand towards your face but is startled by Mistress Daehva calling out behind the closed door and down the hall, "Damian! No removing the masks until you are in the room!" Quickly after that you can barely make out a muffled apology and soon steps closer to the rooms.

The sudden outburst makes you think though, you're in the room so let's see what's under the masks. The human reaches back over and caresses your face softly and pushes a bit of hair away from your eyes. Following her you take her mask and lift it off her face gently and what is underneath is stunning. Her raven black hair is completely contrasted by her bright violet eyes that burn with a fire you've never seen, one of happiness and... excitement? Her high cheek bones shape down to a pointed chin and the only flaw that couldn't even be considered such was a scar across her button nose that looked years old.

She takes your hand in hers and pushes a small bit of magic into het hand. She smiles brightly and looks you in the eyes with a touch of hope in them, you think she must want you to do the same so you do. The connection is instantly felt by the both of you in which she moans loudly while you gasp in surprise. Her beautiful viotlet orbs sparkle for a moment and then change color, a dark blue with spots of green, the exact same as yours. When she releases your hand you feel a warmth in your head like too many hours in the sun but it's pleasant and growing slowly but noticeably.

Remembering that you two aren't alone you look over to see the Drow still bowing her head towards you, most likely waiting for you. Lifting her chin up and then her mask you are met with an equally stunning face. Her black skin is flawless on her face with no blemish, her equally black eyes shining with a brilliance that betrays their dark hue. Her jaw is less sharp and pronounced as the human woman's but it smooths down to a round chin and a captivating smile that could melt the heart of the Tyrant himself.

She takes your hand you both replicate the same connection with similar results, she moans even louder than the human but you aren't surprised this so you feel the same except the warmth from before is stronger now. It's almost radiating in the room, pushing on the feeling causes it to get bigger but an energy moves out and hits the girls.

After the energy wave both the girls begin to breathe heavily and get a look in their eyes ypu haven't seen before... hunger maybe? You don't get much time to think before the human girl pulls you towards her and kisses you, her excitement uncontainable.

Things are about to get crazy.