You meet the student body...

The dean leads you into the first of a series of nearly identical buildings; large structures built with stone and glass windows every few feet. Quite well built, you think to yourself, especially for structures that had to have been built while "multitasking" for lack of a better phrase. Inside feels quite warm and pleasant, but without the overbearing heat of Ipsola. You can't place what it is, but there's a comforting smell in the building, that makes it feel like home, even though the old forests of home never looked or felt anything like this. Some sort of alchemy at work, you suspect, to gently make the mind more relaxed and pliable. If that is the case, than perhaps there is something worth learning here after all, once you get around the strangeness of this place.

"You'll be making this your home, for as long as you choose to stay," the dean said, straddling his arm across your shoulder. "How long does it typically take to graduate?" You ask, which receives a hearty laugh in response. "Ahhh, my young wizard, you are a refreshingly different breed than most of our students. There is no graduation here. Students are free to come and go as they please. They decide when they've learned enough to go back out into the world. Many leave and return several times, coming back to revisit lessons or instructors having been met with new perspectives and experiences."

As you walk through the building and its strangely absent halls, you hear a rhythmic striking sound, followed by a yelp each time.

"And than, there's the ones who dont leave..." the dean added with a slight sigh. Pulling his arm off of you, he moved briskly for a few steps to get ahead, stopping outside the door where it was coming from.

"Mistress Morghana, may we come in?"

There was an especially loud sound and cry before you hear a response "yes of course, Dean Staal. How may I help you?"

The dean motions for you to come forward. Following his instructions, you find a most unexpected sight. Sitting in a chair was a giantess, fully clothed in a tight, dark leather outfit with many belts and straps, accentuating her provocative figure. She's the first person you've seen here to be fully clothed. As surprising as she is, there was something entirely shocking on her lap. Bent over the Giantess, hands and knees on the floor, alabaster wings folded in, was an Angel, her soft white, shapely and immaculate ass bright pink from the spanking she's received. As seems often here, you're at a loss for what to say or do. This very being of celestial perfection, in the plane of lust, is mind boggling.

"We have a new student who I'll be putting in your dormitories. A wizard, looking to change branch out his knowledge base." Despite the dean trying to you in the best light, the Mistress of the dorms scoffs, giving one last strong slap against the angel's ass.

"Get up Michelle. You're lucky that there's business to attend to." The angel slowly picks herself up, with not a word spoken. "Leave us, and leave that atrocious potato sack of yours on the floor. You will wear what the school proscribes for you, or you will wear nothing at all." Michelle makes a full bow, giving another amazing view of her ass before turning around to leave. The front is just as awe-inspiring as her face, with soft green eyes, a youthful face, and most importantly, those tits. She could save a dying man from thirst with those huge things, perky in divine defiance of all mortal flaws. As she makes eye contact with you, you feel your stomach drop for a moment, ashamed to be so aroused by her. Leaving your sight, that sensation leaves as fast as it arrived.

"I hope," Morghana began "You are not bringing me another problem to deal with." Standing up, she came over to look at you, her height adding to the intimidating presence. You thought it was odd given that this a bard's college, but after what you saw, speaking up now clearly carries some danger with it. "You are the Dean, so I will go along with whatever you may choose, but I think you are being too lax with your admissions. So, where does our bookworm come from?"

"The Wizard's Academy of Ipsola" You speak up, and as you do, you suddenly realize that the real reason you were here, Tyrlo, is gone. She was with you when you were working on your entrance, and than something must have happened. You don't imagine that a bard's college as being particularly dangerous, certainly not this one, but you still worry as to what kind of shenanigans she may have quickly found herself in. Much as you tried to hold onto that concern, the Mistress' next words through that aside.

"Ahhh, that explains much. Should you ever return, please give me regards to Siobhan. She was the one who sent you here, yes?"

"Yes, with one other student, who seems to have wandered off. If I may, Mistress, how do you know her?"

Morghana kept a bemused laugh inside "If she hasn't told you her secrets yet, than I'm not at liberty to divulge them. Suffice to say, she's lived a long time and once was a very different person. Still lives her mischief though, I see." Her eyes went up the side as she thought for a second and sighed.

"If she sent you here, there must have been a reason, and I can't imagine it was punishment."

"Misstress" The Dean spoke up "We're not here to discuss his viability, he's already accepted."

"Indeed, thank you. Let's see, you're likely going to be in need of extra attention, you will bunk with Michelle, if you can handle her."

You feel anxious and excited at the prospect at the same time "thank you Mistress. If I may, may I ask as to why she was punished?"

"Certainly, her transgressions are no secret here. She refuses to fuck."

That catches you off guard "I'm sorry?"

"Michelle is here to learn about 'The Mortal Condition' " Morghana rolled her eyes as her fingers moved in air quotes "but she refuses to engage in its behaviors. She claims she's committed only her one true love, who she hasn't even met. If you can withstand her moronic chastity, I suspect the two of you will actually make good roommates."

"Very well, Mistress." The Dean said as he led you out "I'm sure you have other duties to attend to. I'll lead our new student to his room."

Michelle's room was not far from the Mistress' office. The dean opened without knocking, which surprised the Angel inside. Standing near her bed, she pulled the white bedsheet up to cover her body in reflex. The Dean, kind spirit that he seems to be, was more patient.

"Michelle, what have we talked about?" She sighed as slowly, nervously lowered her hands, exposing that gorgeous body again.

"T-that clothing often indicates shame and modesty, and that I have no reason to be ashamed of my own body." She said nervously. Even her own shy voice sounds like music; every aspect of her seeming a work of perfection.

"That's right. This is Verigas, he's a wizard, and will be your new roommate while he's a student here. Would you be his mentor and show him around the place, when you both find the time?"

"Y-yes, gladly."

"Great, I'll leave you to two alone for now..." he says as he closes the door behind you.