Check out the dorms

It's the middle of the day, so the girls' dormitories are empty. Obviously. Everyone's at class, or cutting class, or doing whatever moon elf students do.

"This is boring," Banti complains. "There's no-one here to strip."

Daisy is smiling. "Oh, Banti," she says. "Banti, Banti, Banti. So naive. Don't you know what this means?"

"It means I'm bored?"

"It means we have full, free access to every bed and wardrobe and shower in the building. It means booby traps, Banti."

"Huh? You mean..."

"We could sabotage all the girls' clothing, with itching powder or fall-apart dust. We could enchant their bedsheets to tangle them up and tickle them in the night, or their showers to spray them with aphrodisiac slime. We could turn all their mirrors into spy lenses so the boys can peek into their bedrooms and watch them undress. I even have a trap-spell that detects when a girl is masturbating, waits until she's just about to cum, then teleports her naked into the most crowded place it can find for a a very public orgasm and a very long run home. I once got Hanna three times in a row with that one."

"So we're going to booby-trap the empty dorms?"

"Wait for the girls to come home after class, and let the fun begin. Where would you like to start?"