You don't get a chance. Magistress Vight intercedes.

Your eyes float over the gathered t9wns folk. Nobles, knights, peasants and merchants all in a fit of merry making. It was easy to get lost in the heat of the moment

That is preciselt when you feel something silky soft warm creep up your spine to the back of your neck "Having fun yet apprentice?" The voice was that of Miss Vight! The tingljng warmth soaking into your skin, your eyes dtruggling tobstay open.

Lips kiss your neck and teeth nibble at your ear. Mouth agape and a lusty gasp is squeezed from your lungs "I thought so." Her voice setting your lust on edge almost in dire need to adjust your swelling pride.

"So tell me have you been behaving?" Does she know what you did should you tell her? Or was this idle conversation?