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You shift your weight uneasily, grabbing the cloth of your robes with the fingers not used to hold your book. Your eyes dance around the room.

"Ya" You admit with immense guilt "It only happened one time, and it didn't go well for anyone."

The elf rested her cheek on a loose fist, unphased by the ethical breach you were part of "well that's not fun. What happened? First time jitters?" her posture straightened slightly "Wait, did one of them **** you into it?"

"No, nothing like that" you respond quickly "Insistent maybe, but it wasn't violent or anything like that."

"Well, now I'm very intrigued." She said "You don't have to get into the grimy details if you don't want."

"The professor was forward with me from the start. I don't think it was ever about me, although it felt like it at the time. Looking back, I think he just had a thing for orc women, and I was the only one who fit the bill"

"Ah" Her face and voice made her knowing disdain evident "a fetishist. I know the type. And when he got you to bed, you didn't fulfill the fantasy he concocted?"

"Ya, something like that" You not matching his preconception was an understatement, one you didn't need to get into. The professor actually wanted you to dominate him, something you had no real knowledge for how to do or desire in. That's ignoring the elephant in the room, the cock under your robes that was dramatically larger than his. It could have been used to dominate him, had he not already had a razor thin specificity of what he wanted, and had you been a very different woman. "Let's just say he had a very negative, stereotypical idea of who I was supposed to be, and I didn't fit that image."

"I'm all too familiar with that experience. Too many humans just want a petite, perfect, quiet little innocent doll that they can do whatever they want with that will never look any older. I'm sorry that you got pressured into that, and let me assure you that whatever happened in the past isn't going to affect your future here."

"You mean, you wouldn't be angry or suspicious if I did sleep around?"

"Fuck no." She said emphatically "Jealous, maybe, but that would be the worst of it. Your work stands on its own. You clearly didn't need to drop your knees to graduate. If you did it because you wanted to, why should I care?"

"Academic integrity?" You answer, not realizing the question was rhetorical.

"Phhhh!" She swats the notion vertically in the air "When we're all gone, nobody is going to know who was friends, foes, or lovers, with whom. Not unless someone is dumb enough to write it down. The only thing that'll survive us is the quality of our work."

"Look" She sat up, putting her elbows on the desk "I've reached as high as they'll let a foreigner go. I've made my peace with that. With how capable you are, you could easily become my boss one day. If that's where you want to go Herida, I'll happily help you get there. You'll be a damned improvement over some of the others I've seen. If not, and you just want to spend your life out here playing in the sand looking for remains and relics, I won't guilt you for that for a moment. The Mage Lords put us here to do work, but the Gods put us here to enjoy the life we've been given, and I'll be damned if I get in the way of that."

"I see" you don't know what else to say. It's going to take a while to figure out your boss, and how comfortable you really feel around her. "I honestly don't know what I want for my future. I wanted to become a wizard and read books. I've done that, but who knows what happens next?"

"That's fair. I'm still trying to figure what I want to be when I grow up too" She smiles at her own joke, the irony of how much older she must be than you. "For you, I'm sure you'll do great things, and even if nobody notices, you'll be great at it. You're not one of my worries. Let me show you what is." She stands up and swiftly walks past you, out the door.

"Uh, okay" you let nervously as you follow her.