Go for a bath

Now that you've smelt yourself it's really hard to not continue doing so. Looking at the bucket of swords you can only hope that Stephanie doesn't get upset by you giving up the training. You start walking to the Dorms. Clare needed time to calm Anastasia down and you don't want to interrupt them their bath. Three isn't ahead of you so she must have moved faster than at just a walk.

Idly you think about why she doesn't like you. It doesn't seem like sexism, or if it is that isn't the only reason. Since she is supposed to believe you are the son of a Duke so her title grubber comment doesn't make sense as a direct insult unless you are misunderstanding it's meaning, so you shouldn't see you as trying to climb above your station. Could be she just dislikes you because you are stronger than her, she's a competent fighter based on her what you've seen of her, your existence does make that skill irrelevant which you just reinforced. If she's based her self-esteem or anything of the sort on her combative ability hating you would be natural.

You reach the Dorms' front door still thinking about her and how you are supposed to do what Stephanie asked. Inside is quiet, since people were sent home before the after party/orgy you figure some sexy times happened between those not invited when they got to their room. That also means the baths might be fuller this morning than the normal empty. Hopefully last nights activities will have worked out some of the sexual aggression and you won't get molested.

You stop walking to appreciate the weirdness of that thought. Clare said that you and the others had been grabbed at random so the gender dynamic flip was accidental. Actually that's a point you should ask Clare about. Are the other potential champions from your world? It would be kinda nice if you met someone you could reminisce with.

You close the middle class bath door behind you and get changed. Most of the towels are there but a few are missing so you won't have the bath to yourself. Oh well can't have everything go your way. You have your toga off and in hand as you tilt your head. Thought the guy who just had a fivesome with among others a Goddess.

You stuffy your toga into the cleaning cabinet and wrap the towel around you. The steam of the room makes your nose tickle a little. Your guess about the occupancy was accurate the satiation of said occupants was still up for debate. Five guys and twice as many women were scattered around. The guys only had one or two women around them, the others were chilling around the benches and one was in the water swimming.

The note made of your presence spread among the same gender groups and as you sat down on a bench near a divot occupied by a couple cuddling. The female partner looked over at you and her eyes lingers for a moment before she want back to focusing on her other half.

You couldn't hang around to steam since the longer you stayed still the more likely the note taken in you focuses on your smell. Leaving your towel behind you jump into the pool. Normally you can't feel the magic cleaning you but you are pretty sure can feel fizzing around your lower half. Fingers crossed you aren't overcoming the magic with just how bad you smell.

Doing a few minutes of floating you are relaxed enough to recognise the fizzing was only psychological. Getting back to the spot you entered the pool from you prepare to leave, not feeling complied to wait around. You did need to get back to the estate and recover at least one of your uniform's before class starts. When you go for your towel you are unable to find it.

"You're Christopher aren't you?" The voice pulls your eyes to the women holding your towel with a finger. She is on her own and far enough from anyone else so she is probably after a semi-private chat.

You walk over hoping this wasn't a prelude to molestation. "That's me."

"Are you offering lessons?" She is still holding up your towel and you take it from her with less resistance than you expected.

"Lessons?" There are so many possible things she could be ... it's about the sex lessons you were maybe going to be giving to Cynthia tomorrow isn't it. "No."

"I can pay." She looked bashfully away from you at a group of women who just started watching you. "Not much but, I've never you know before." She has a red face and you aren't sure if you are feeling bad for her or if bad about her. It's a minor distinction but one way you might be considering to help the other you weren't.

"Sorry I'm not." You wrap the towel around your waist and start walking. "But don't worry about that sort of thing, just have fun and make sure your partner has fun, and make sure to tell them you are having fun, and that," you sigh and shake your head, "just make sure you are doing it because both of you want to not because you feel like you have to." That last part seemed to most poignant since you can feel women around you paying even more attention.

"Anything else?" She asked with wide happy eyes. "Like how should I you know do it, am I supposed to be on top?"

"Just do what feels fun. I'm not giving lessons I don't know who said I was." You made a swift exit hoping you haven't started developing a slutty reputation. Yet another thought you felt the need to acknowledge.

You take your toga out of it's cabinet and thankfully it is clean. Putting it on you decide to go back to your room and put on something other than orgy outfit, you don't want to give any potential reputation yet more fuel.

Climbing the stair you look at Vatarie's closed door. Shame you don't have more time, you want to talk to her before class starts and Anastasia monopolises your time. You feel a bit disappointed and go to your door. Resting outside is a uniform. Your uniform in fact. Black and or White must have brought it here, that was nice of them maybe you should have sex with them as a thank you.

Wow you are full of thoughts that require a second to think about. But at least you get to spend some time with Vatarie. You put your use your key to unlock your door. Unless there is something inside that requires immediate attention ... Why do you think these things?