Hunt down Yiantra

Elsewhere in the school, the door to a supply closet creaks open. A naked Yiantra peeks out to verify that she had finally lost her admirers.

Having managed to liberate herself from your art installation, she took refuge here on her flight back to the faculty quarters. She now emerges, holding a ream of paper up against her small breasts and a box of envelopes over her vagina. Treading lightly, she continues her trek back to modesty.

Then your hand closes over her arm.

"Hi, Yiantra!" you say. "How you been?"

"Raider, no!" she protests, trying to slip out of your grip. "I am your teacher, and I INSIST that you--"

"Do you know if there's some science about how a naked elf chick makes your drink taste better?" you say. "Is it a pheromone thing?"

"Let go!"

"Because we're hunting for elf girls to garnish our drinks."

You've already got her back to the party, and everyone applauds your new catch. The paper goes one way, the envelopes go another, and her breasts bounce delightfully for the crowd. Before she can object, you shrink her down and dunk her in a fresh mug of cider. You get a lip-full of her boobs when you take a drink.

"Wow, Yiantra gives it a nice honey aftertaste!" you announce. "Who wants a Yiantra cocktail?"