"If," Karen slowly begins, "we were to give you an item that absorbed the magical energy around you, it would effectively dampen the sensation."
"But," Aren adds, "It would prevent you from acclimating to the magical field, making the sensation even more intense if you were to lose it."
"And you would not be able to use magic while it was working."
You blink. Compared to feeling like this all the time, only having it affect you when you use magic seems like a good deal. "Okay, let's do that."
"I thought you'd prefer it." Karen says, "We'll have something sent to your room at once. James, you help her back."
"And someone get her something to wear."
Soon you are clothed, or at least covered, as you're not wearing anything but a set of robes. When you and James get back to your room, you find there's somebody in it.
"Uh, Anastasia?" you ask her, interrupting her busily sorting various things into drawers. You realize that compared to when you were in here earlier, it looks very different. The other girl has set up, and now almost everything in here is a light purple color. The beds are pushed together, and you imagine a possible reason for that as you feel your own fluids drip down your thighs.
"Oh, it's actually Anastaaaahhh-ziii-uh." she corrects you in a sing-song voice. "And you must be Eliza, right? Come on in!" She skips over to you, but thankfully James steps in front of you.
"That's not a good idea." the older student says.
"Why not?" You're dreading the answer, but James takes charge.
"She had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction earlier. The two of us should probably step out while she changes."
"Oh, she's shy?" Anastasia says, as if not wanting to be seen naked ten seconds after you meet someone is something strange.
"Yes." James says, "Oh, perfect." She leans back into the hallway. "It's here."
Anastasia moves past you to see what "it" is, and you turn around. A young man, about your age, rushes up.
"Um, hello." he says, staring at you in a way that makes you feel like your robes turned invisible. "I'm, uh, Russel, I was sent to give this to, uh, Eliza?" he holds up a small box.
"Oh, good." you say, relieved, and take the box. Inside is a rather large black necklace, and the moment you touch it, you feel the arousal that's followed you for the last ten minutes fade. "James, could you give me a hand?" you ask, not wanting to stop touching it, and she fastens it around your neck. "Thanks." You remember the boy who gave it to you. "Thank you for getting this to me, Russel."
"Oh, uh, no problem." he says. "It suits you." You blink, surprised at the sudden compliment, and he blushes. "I should go." he says, and hurries away.
Anastasia giggles, and you go back into the room, close the door, and change.
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