Ask for manual assistance. Does fortune favor the bold?

"Miss Wormwood," you say. "I think I'll have trouble sleeping like this." You nod toward the tent in the bedsheets.

The Nurse laughs, a dry hiss.

⚅⚅ + 1 = 13.

"Well, of course we can't have you sitting up," Miss Wormwood says. "I shall take you in hand directly." She holds up a long-fingered hand, extends the fingers and clasps them around an imaginary wand, then moves her hand up and down, with a half smile in your direction.

Startled at the Nurse's directness, you start to plead that you really meant something else, but it is to no avail.

She makes ready her wand and concentrates, looking at you with her deep, dark eyes. Her snake-tresses hold themselves poised in sympathy, only one or two forked tongues flickering at you.

"Silencio," she intones, invoking magical energy toward you.

Your lips, tongue, and throat tingle.

"How does that feel, Mister Mothwing-Marshall?" Miss Wormwood asks. Her snakes dance, inclining toward you, tongues questing curiously in your direction.

Your lungs, throat, tongue and lips move, but no sound comes out. Strange. Really strange. But not bad. Pleading seems completely futile now.

Miss Wormwood laughs quietly. "Most excellent," she says. "We must not disturb your fellow patient, who needs rest as much as you, perhaps more." She smiles, her thin lips stretched thinner. "I see you are still at stand." She peels back the coverlet. Before you have time to be frightened or embarrassed, she takes your member in hand.

Her cool touch feels heavenly on your swollen member. The waving snakes crowning her head look friendly and welcoming now. You swell in her hand.

Roll +Diligence(+2) (+2 Diligence, +1 Forward, -1 Consequence) to HAVE SEX with Miss Wormwood's skillful, well-practiced hand.