Poorly.

Cal sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor of the curio shop, her shorts around one foot, her robes and bra nowhere to be seen, a total sweaty mess. Eyes closed, holding the obsidian orb in front of her, she desperately tried to control her breathing and ignore the increasingly, shamefully, wet sounds emerging from her crotch. Since she stopped struggling, the invisible hands had calmed, and now were essentially giving her a very intimate massage as they slowly explored every inch of her body. The third hand was definitely interested in a particular area, and was investigating it extremely thoroughly, fingers caressing every single weak spot in her sensitive, inexperienced pussy. Its brothers were all around her - one sliding a finger sensually along her shapely lips, one wiping her sweat across her impressive abs, another squeezing her tight buttocks. "Pro - Professor... how long has it been? Is it almost - ah - is it almost over?"

The elf's voice sounded surprisingly close as she replied, distractedly, "Oh yes, you're doing very well. Only another 90 minutes or so I should think... wow, look at that..." Cal opened her eyes in horror at the estimate, and found herself face to face with the Professor. Leaning forward just outside the border of the pentagram, she was alternating between staring intently at Cal's predicament and making long elegant sweeps of her pencil across a large notepad. When she saw Cal's **** expression, she licked her lips and started moving her pencil quicker. "Profess-uh! (Not there, fuck...) Professor, please say you aren't drawing me right now, haaa..."

The blonde academic scoffed, derisively. "Of course not! No, no, I am in fact creating a diagram of the unique situation we find ourselves in, for further research. Yes, I think I might have to research this moment every night for the foreseeable future. Deep, detailed research..." Cal quivered as one hand stroked her neck, and tried to focus on not reacting. She reminded herself that she was a monk of Alawi, a paragon of self-control, and that all of this was beneath her. The Professor once again piped up, brandishing her notepad; "Now Cal, it is of utmost importance that we record every single element of this. To advance the cause of knowledge! So, please, tell me truthfully. How does it feel? What's going through your mind right now? Tell me everything!"

Cal took a shaky breath, determined to be in control. "It is a strange feeling. The hands are invisible and intangible, yet they allow themselves to be felt when - " She paused, teeth clenched, as one of the hands passed over her clit. "When they wish to. It is an odd sensation. Not overly unpleasant, nor... nor particularly pleasant." The elf looked her in the eye, one brow raised quizzically, as the unmistakable sound of a very wet pussy very much enjoying itself filled the silence between them. "Maybe - uh! Mmmmaybe it does feel a little - (fuck!) - a little pleasant..."