Try the oak door on the left, picking it at random.

Aaralon picked a door, tapped on it lightly so he couldn't be accused of not knocking, pushed it open and stuck his head around the corner.

"He'll never find us," a tall raven-haired woman with her back to him saying. "I don't know what Sareth was thinking..." but she trailed off and turned around. Aaralon wasn't sure whether someone else in the room had drawn her attention to him or she?d sensed him herself. "Hmm. You'll be Aaralon." She was good looking. Most of the mages in the college were - if not naturally then by magic and here in the School of Illusionism everyone was especially gorgeous.

"Yes," he said, walking fully into the room and letting the door close with a loud click behind him. Did that door just lock? Aaralon wasn't sure.

The raven haired woman doing the talking was tall with fine features, almost elfin but not quite there - another half-blood? The two blonde women who shared a sofa behind her were certainly elves though. The two blondes were twins, thin but muscular and Aaralon was pleased to see that neither wore very much. The twin on the right wore a skimpy suit of white leather armour and the one of the left wore black leather. The fourth woman in the room was a brunette - what was it with noticing the hair straight away? Thoughts about hair didn't linger long in Aaralon's mind though as she was just as good-looking and rather more buxom than the others.

"Impressive," purred one of the elf twins. "He must have some latent tracking talent."

The buxom woman, who was dressed in a forest green gown, shock her head fiercely, "Nonsense. If he had then our entrance exams would have shown it and he would already be working for me."

The raven-haired beauty laughed, "Oh, a slip of the tongue Camila. Surely you meant to say 'studying under you'?" Camila scowled without menace in reply. Aaralon enjoyed the mental image of his cock sliding between her cum soaked breasts.

"He did find us though... and surely your wards aren't lacking?" this time it was the elf in black armour who was speaking. "Carrie, your wards are fine?"

Carrie, with the raven black hair, took her turn to pout prettily but Aaralon sensed the political one-upmanship going on in the room. "My wards are fine," she said firmly. "We could test the boy."

Camila stepped forward, her silky gown sliding seductively over her skin, "Oh yes... let's test him."