Heading to the monastery

The bells around the monastery rang, signaling dinner time. Henry stood up, pocketing his notebook and making sure to extinguish his candles.

He made his way to the dining hall, sitting by himself to monitor his potential women. There were of course Dorothea, Edelgard, and Shamir. But there was also a stoic-looking woman who he assumed was Byleth, an energetic tan-skinned knight talking to Shamir, and of course, Rhea herself.

But one woman in particular crossed his eye. She had massive tits, milk jugs, almost. They bounced with every step she took and her dress barely contained them.

Could that be the legendary Manuela, seductress of the Mettlefrank Opera Company turned professor of the academy.

Henry had to get her to come to a session, somehow.