ENCOUNTER Chen at the performance (2d6+CUNNING): On a 10+, they'll go along with what you want, take +1 Forward on your next roll.

⚀⚄ +4 (+2 CUNNING, +2 for her being a FRIEND) = 10.

You take another deep sniff of the intriguing perfume traces that Chen left on the card. Well... you are supposed to be getting into the cultural enrichments provided by this school, weren't you? You aren't that interested in getting much more interaction with Draconis house on account of... er, getting off on the wrong foot with them. You still hope that one guy didn't take it too hard, hopefully his housemates were helping shield him from the worst of the consequences. Getting laid by being a smug jerk was what members of his house were supposed to do, right? Minervals... well. You hadn't had much interaction with them, but aside from their different preferences and love of mind games they weren't so different from Leontes, right? You're sure Chen doesn't have anything too strange planned for you. She probably wasn't even planning on dragging Albert into anything strange, just wanted to make a friend from another house, same as you! Should be a nice, relaxing day.

It's a little before noon on a Saturday. You were just led into a small intimate theatre by Chen as soon as you came to the Minerval hall to meet her. Your jaw is currently hanging open, despite your best efforts to close it. "Is this the..." is all you can manage to sputter. There are seven young men on the stage, every inch of exposed flesh (which is to say, almost all of it) covered in colored bodypaint. They are in a rainbow of different colors, each one wearing a different 'costume', if you can call it that, consisting of a stylized mask and a gloves, sometimes with an animal tail as an accessory (when they turned around, you could see perfectly well exactly WHERE those tails were... attached, and suffice to say, it wasn't relying on magic). Let's see... a dog, a dragon, a goat, a horse, a bear, a pig, and a bull. Long hanging scrolls painted in blood(?!) with obscene looking symbols are dangling from the ceilings. A massive phallic altar... no, phallic implied that it merely resembled the male genitalia, as opposed to being a fairly detailed giant stone penis with a torch placed so a constant flame was jetting from the tip. Tables covered in cat-o-nine-tails, clamps, and wax candles ring the stage. There are also wands, knives, and plates and cups of polished silver.

The initial dance didn't last very long - soon they all gathered together and started rambling about 'sins' and making cryptic references to wizardly history, before throwing themselves on one another and starting to enthusiastically kiss and run their hands all over one another's barely covered bodies. The lack of coverage from their 'costumes' made it quite clear that they'd all been very excited since the start of this.

"Now, I know what you're thinking," Chen said, taking your hand and pushing down on your shoulder to encourage you to finally sit down. "This looks a lot like some kind of sadomasochistic orgy leading into a Dark Arts ritual. But we don't want our shows to be too much for new students to handle, so, you know, there's nothing penetrative. And all of those symbols are just cunningly painted to RESEMBLE those used in summoning rituals... no real bloodletting... well, you get the idea. It's all about the tragedy of succumbing to the dark arts because of the archetypical vices."

"Uhhh," is all you can manage, as you focus in on the red painted young man in the dragon mask and the pink one in the pig mask manipulated one another's erect staves, laying side by side, while the dutiful dog dribbled a line of hot candlewax atop the two of them. The smell of sweat and body paint is filling your nostrils. You drag your eyes away from the hands slithering over muscular chests and buttocks for a moment and give Chen a look. There are a fair number of other Minerval students - and, perhaps unsurprisingly, several older female professors associated with other houses.

"Well... do you like it, darling?" Chen draws a soft fingertip under your chin chuckling softly and snuggling closer to you in her seat.

This... well, in retrospect, you should've been expecting something like this. You shrug and jerk your head towards the stage, dodging that question for the moment. Did she expect that you'd enjoy it...? You had never watched anything like this before. Of course you'd had your share of salacious literature but it was just that - literature! This is close to a live pornographic show, though it does have more dialogue. It goes on for about 40 minutes and after looking like it's leaving the sex stuff behind briefly, it goes into a full-force orgy towards the end. You're treated to an epic 10 minute finale of spanking, light whipping, frottage and gyrating bodies doing things you can't even think of the names of. You're almost sure it's going to go further than it looks like... and find yourself a tiny bit disappointed that it doesn't.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, as the show is coming to a close, Chen leans her head down in your lap, resting her head in your lap. "Mmmmm..." she says, taking a long sniff. "Getting a bit of an unexpected thrill, Franziska dear? That's what the drama troupe does best." You blush and shrink back into your seat but don't try to push her off... Shocking though it is, you can't help but get a little excited tingle running through you from so much visual stimulation. All of your erogenous zones are heating up...and Chen cheekily reaches in to rub her hand along your hips and 'accidentally' bumps her breasts against your shoulder.

Somehow you get the feeling that she was testing you with all this... and that if you'd run out of the room and refused to see it through to the end, she would've delighted in making fun of you and your house for being so easily flustered. But perhaps... that isn't what she wanted to happen, and just wanted to, um, warm you up for herself.

"Very unsuspected," you counter, swallowing. "One might suspect that it was just another example of Minerval trying to shock others for some cheap thrills?"

"Oh no," Chen says in a husky voice, raising her head back up and breathing a hot breath on your neck. "Our thrills aren't cheap... we strongly believe in equal exchange in every encounter. If you'd like to come back up to my room and chat... I will ensure that the time is equally, mmmm~ productive for both of us. Perhaps I'll even have some intriguing things to whisper into your ear besides how cute you are."

You take a deep breath and feel yourself relaxing as she presses up against you. Is this... really happening? Are you really doing this? You'd had some interesting thoughts since coming here, but you had never pictured yourself actually doing everything with another girl, but right now it seemed awfully appealing. Was this all just a game? Did Minerval students have some kind of contest for who could tempt the most students of other houses into their first same-sex encounter? You wouldn't be surprised... but the exhibitionistic thought of that excited you even more.

Chen's heaving bosoms were right there, tempting you, calling out to your hands. You could only imagine what it would be like seeing her completely naked...