7+ They'll do what you want if you have sex with them

⚂⚄ + 1 AMBITION, -2 CONSEQUENCES = 7. They'll do it if you pleasure them; on a 7+ they'll do what you want/you make a good impression.

The show was very enjoyable indeed - you sighed happily, gently running a hand over your nipples and considering trying to... get between the two. However, that might come across as crass. Your friend Chen was the exception rather than the rule in being a Minerval who was willing to sleep with partners of both sexes, and you didn't want to come across as rude by interrupting in such a way. You settled for stroking yourself and building your sexual excitement as delicate hands slid over and gently clutched at that muscular, athletic chest...

That said, you were also wary of looking like you didn't have anything better to do than tickle your own fanny. It wasn't entirely clear why you weren't getting more attention. Perhaps the male students at this academy were just so oversexed that they tended to be choosy? Perhaps, you thought, you should have come up with a plan to weed out some of the prettier, more voluptuous girls from the invitees.

Of course, you realized with a little roll of your eyes, that it might just be old-fashioned sexism at play, albeit of a more visceral sort than usual. Although you had spent some minutes squatting down and trying to squeeze out all of the semen that the first boy had left inside you, with your pubic mound shaved bare, you still might look a bit... messy down there. What was that lewd term that you'd overheard in gossip a few times... 'Sloppy seconds'? It baffled you. Weren't the Draconis students, at least, encouraged to experiment with making love to both wizards and witches, anyway? Why should they be so squeamish? And for that matter, were your fellow Leontes afraid that having their manhood incidentally come into contact with another fellow's seed while penetrating a girl would call their sexuality into question? (The fact that you weren't too interested in the one or two young men here trying to fuck literally every girl at the party nagged at you in the back of your mind, but you ignored it).

If not for the ample visual stimulation, the cranky side of your personality would be reasserting itself. Spending weeks organizing an orgy and then only having sex with one person at it still struck you a humiliating possibility, though - like putting a feast together and then only having a single plate. Especially since your own 'hunger' was not the issue here.

To try and avoid looking left out you sidled over to Berthold, who was cuddling with a Draconis girl on his lap. She wasn't quite as ravishing as some of her housemates, having chubby cheeks, a stocky figure and a shapeless frizz of hair. To Bertie's credit, he didn't seem to mind at all. You ended up playing the part of the dog in the manger, and by settling in next to your friend to try and converse, you made his sex partner a tiny but uncomfortable, and with one lass kiss on Bertie's cheek she stood up off his now-flaccid cock and went to go wash herself off and meet someone else.

"Those Draconians, hmmm?" You said to him noncommittally, smiling. "I have to say that the wizards of that house tend to make our housemates look rather out of shape. They all have this rippling muscular figure with an abdomen you could grate cheese on. Lucky for you they're all so promiscuous."

He chuckled and shrugged. "Fishing for compliments there Fran? I've told you already, this is the finest welcome a first year could have to Leontes. Feels a bit like I've died and gone to heaven. I just need a minute to recover and I'm going to go try talking to Jen there..." he then looked over at you and seemed to pick up on your well-hidden discontentment.

"Ere now, not anything wrong is there love?" he said, making eye contact. "Come now, don't tell me that you're having second thoughts now and wanting to quit all of this and have nothing but quiet chaste dates in the gardens for the rest of the year?"

"Not at all!" you say, resuming the haughty 'nose held in the air' pose that came so naturally to you. "I just seem to be having difficulty finding others who can keep up the pace well enough to entertain me! Since you are a filth-minded pervert perhaps after we have a refreshment or two here, you can point me towards some Draconians who share your dauntless lechery."

"Ha!" he shook his head simply. "Oh Fran... I know there are some shy fellows here but you really are overthinking this and not giving yourself enough credit. After that display earlier you've just gone and intimidated a lot of fellows who don't think they have a chance with you, that's all."

"Oh stop, you are just saying that." you grumble at him, with a half-smile and a roll of your eyes.

"No, no, you just need to be a bit less subtle about it. See here..." He hopped to his feet, wiping his brow of sweat, and marched right up to a tall, athletic Draconian man who was nonchalantly masturbating to the spectacle under his robe with a surprisingly neutral expression.

"Hmmm," the Draconian wizard said as Bertie came up to him offering a handshake. "Sorry, no offense meant my good lad, but I don't think we're compatible. Good on you for trying, though." he said in a snarky voice. "I'm not really interested in that kind of play at the moment."

"Oh," Bertie said, angling the other young man towards you - you waved shyly in response. "No, you 'ave me all wrong, mate! Though she might seem bold, my good friend there, our hostess, is a bit shy about putting lewd things into words sometimes, so she asked me to tell you..."

"Oh?" there was a spark of interest in the tall first-year's eye now.

"Indeed. Franziska asked me to tell you that she's got an insatiable craving for your pecker right now and wants to suck it 'til you give her a thick load to swallow."

You opened your mouth and blushed. "That's... a half-truth!" you sputtered. How embarrassing; this certainly wasn't going to help! You made a note to chew Bertie out for making you sound so despearate.

But the Draconis student nodded slowly. "Not a bad idea, that is. I could go for a bit of a warm-up with her lips, indeed. Come over here and get down on your knees, blondie, and if you make a good enough show of it, mayhaps the firey nymph who just rode your short friend here," he indicated Bertie, "into exhaustion will come over and give you a tongue-lashing while your mouth is busy with my todger."

It wasn't the most dignified way to go about it, but you took a few steps forward noncommittally... This particular method of 'handling a wand' was one you weren't too experienced at. "Well, I suppose... in the interest of getting to know members of the other houses better, and all..." you said, shrugging and taking a few steps closer to him...