Watch Malakae Vraelion.

Lady Vraelion is frozen in place. The seat has opened to her, but with her hand on the back of it, she doesn't seem to be sitting down--or moving at all. You look closely to see that her face is filling with colour. Her knees are shaking. Suddenly, she cups her palm over her mouth and lets out a quiet whimper, muffled by her hand. Her voluptuous chest shifts up and down with deep, heavy breaths. Her smooth, bare legs tremble, and she presses her thighs together as she uses her other hand to push down the front of her skirt.

She starts taking a step away, but she shudders. Her face is completely red. Nobody really knows what to do, and most people seem to be too afraid to approach and speak with her.

You did something with that pebble. What was it?

"Try quizzing your new friend."

You turn to Rodney. "Hey. What exactly are those rocks?" you ask.

"The ones I have now are pretty neat. They react to moisture, but you rarely find them outside of deserts."

"React in what way?"

"Well, when a vibrock is exposed to liquid, it starts to shake a little bit. It'll do this until it's dry again. Cool, huh? People say rocks are boring, but I think--"

"So it vibrates when wet."

"That's right."

You turn back to Malakae. She looks like she desperately wants to fish the pebble back out, but there's no way she could put her hand in there in front of everybody. But if it stays in there, it'll continue to vibrate, no doubt fuelled by an endless amount of liquid.

"What are you all looking at?!" she barks. "Can't you see I just need s-some air? Aah~! S-Stop staring, I said. Get out of my way." Trying not to moan out loud for everybody to hear, she stumbles through the dining hall and towards the exit.

Halfway there, she raises a hand to her forehead. She focuses her mind. Then with a magic word, she casts a spell. "Calm."

It doesn't happen, however. The work of a wild sprite is dangerous indeed. Suddenly, rings of glowing green energy appear around her knees and wrap tightly around them like a captured animal. With her legs bound, she tumbles to the ground and rolls onto her back, knocking her skirt up to reveal a pair of white panties. People look over in shock as the queen bee of the academy is magically trapped.

"Who did this?!" she screams in rage. "My father will have their heads!"

Professor Davella makes her way slowly towards her.

Unfortunately, time is of the essence. With her trapped on the floor, the vibrock between her legs is still going wild. She tries to cover up and press her legs together, but the sensation is building. Her face is burning red, and her body is shaking. Even with both of her hands over her mouth, the sounds can't be contained anymore. Her eyes roll back as her frantic gasps become audible moans of pleasure.

"Take my hand," the professor says.

As Malakae reaches up, her body tenses. She arcs her back as she lays back against the ground and lets out a sound of euphoria. Her mouth opens wide, exposing her sharper-then-usual canines, and she orgasms right in front of everybody. Panting, she reaches up again, and grabs the hand. The pebble isn't stopping. It's shaking her orgasm, and pushing her towards another. Pretty soon, it'll be too much to bare.

She puts an arm over Professor Davella's shoulder, and as they start to walk, the spell around her legs shatters.

"G-Get me out of here!" she begs.

"Of course. Come with me. We'll figure out what happened."

And with her gone, the room falls silent.