Use your FAVOR from your hair. On a 10+, choose two.

"So pleased to see you, Morgan," Ermintrude Cachalot says. She's looking more polished and put-together today, her green Draconis robes shining, her hair, usually lank and dishwater-y, looking like gleaming antique brass. You're more or less the same height, though you're a scarecrow, and Ermintrude, is, well, in Fay's words, the Great White Whale. With a smile on her face and standing straight up, her figure looks...good...on her.

You blink. You don't detect any glamor or charm magic, and you think you would have.

"Ermintrude," you say. "You're looking pretty."

She laughs. "I did a divination," she says, tugging at the tails of her hair. "I know why you're here."

You'd think you'd have stopped blushing after two years at Minerval and over a year with Fay, but you feel your face flush hot and your enlivened hair shifting its tresses nervously as Ermintrude Cachalot sees right through you.

And hair. She's held onto some of yours after that conjuration. So Ermintrude always has an in if she wants to cast spells on you. Well, at least from Fay's claim about her "harpoon" collection, she's discreet and careful.

"I'm skipping my appointment with Ffoulkes for you," Ermintrude says. "And since I know why you're here, I figure there's something else you can help me with, after."

Your cheeks are still hot. "I suppose," you say.

"And look at your hair!" Ermintrude exclaims, "You're a regular Medusa."

You've been called hedge-witch, broomstick, shopgirl, scarecrow, monster. But never that. It feels...good? You'd made the choice to seal Emily Leopard's wild magic in and make it yours. Maybe this is pride?

"Look at it!" Ermintrude says. "See!" She leads you over to her dressing table.

Your hair has risen to reach out in all directions, waving, curling, reaching out and pulling back. Your mouth widens into a grin, and you laugh out loud. "I love it!" you call out. "I love it!"

Ermintrude embraces you from behind, looking over your shoulder. While Fay's stature left her nuzzling your shoulder with her eyes peeping over, Ermintrude's height leaves her cheek at your ear. In the mirror, you see her pale eyes looking through the waving black forest of your hair. The warm scent of her body tickles your nose, and her soft curves press close against your back.

"Do we need to cast a ward?" you ask.

"Yes," Ermintrude says. "We must do exactly that. Hold my hand."

Ermintrude steps beside you and takes your hand. Leading you around the perimeter of her room, she banishes any lingering influences from the space, then turns about to circle the other way, circling the room three times with you, laying down a strong warding circle.

Ermintrude turns to face you in the center and takes your hands. "You came for me, Morgan," she says, her pale eyes wide and intent. "Show me." There you are, robed in red and gold, facing Ermintrude in green.

You clear your throat. "I see I have your full attention," you say, trembling at the threshold.

Her eyes dart around the edges of your face, looking at the waving tresses of your hair. "You do," she says.

"We do," you say, giggling. "Me and my hair."

You have 3 XP, +2 Ambition, +0 Bravery, +2 Cunning, +0 Diligence.

Use your FAVOR for +2, total +BRAVERY(+1) (+0 Bravery, +2 FAVOR, -1 HANGER-ON).

⚄⚄ + 1 = 11.

When you HAVE SEX with Ermintrude, on a 10+ choose two and also apply House Leontes' Sex Move, CHARM:

• You're ready to go again, HAVE SEX.
• They have a great time and an orgasm, Gain +1 XP.
• They love it a lot ("Show me how you do that trick!") and grant a FAVOR.
• Take +1 Forward (a generic option)

Then DEAL WITH YOUR HANGER-ON.