<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/SDvanuQ.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/gJ34EGN.jpg)<br/> <br/>(http://i.imgur.com/aIgBwlc.jpg)<br/> <br/>(http://i.imgur.com/oKl2sWF.jpg)<br/>  <br/>(http://i.imgur.com/5rZqn4e.jpg)</div></div><br/>Vania certainly seemed to be chatty and kept up a running conversation all throughout breakfast.  It was a little overwhelming for Pipa who had been partially an outcast in Oreford and used to politeness but never overfriendly conversation on this level.  Still it seemed that the talkative elf bore no malice, and the quarterorc even detected a hint of desperation, maybe even lonelyness in the way the elf filled any silence that lasted more than a few seconds.  It was for the most part rather mundane in nature, where she was from, how she'd volunteered to become a contestant, that she hoped to make it to the reaping level and then trade on any fame she garnered to open her own dojo in the future.  All rather standard types of conversation that one would expect from a fresh contestant in training.  Pipa also noticed that the elf stuck to fruit for breakfast, and ate lightly even at that.<br/><br/>Vania eagerly agreed to meet up later, adding, "We're probably going to see more contestants showing up in the next few days, but I'm sure we'll have plenty of free time till our classes start.  Good luck with the headmistress, and watch out for her assistant, Tharja.  Apparently Tharja was selected as an alternate last year, but when she wasn't chosen to run, she stayed here to train for another year and compete this year.  She's...a bit odd if you ask me."<br/><br/>With a brief friendly hug, Vania threw her arms around Pipa, then bounced off, heading in the direction that Pipa seemed to recall was the training grounds.  Pipa noted that a pair, one acolyte and one priest broke off to follow the elf.  Then making her way over towards the headmistresses building, she noticed she was likewise followed.  It seemed that privacy would be very hard to come by anymore.  Though the duo following her kept a respectful distance, lagging behind a good ten feet as she walked across the grassy courtyard, there was no doubt they were following her.  The one advantage of which was that when Pipa realized she wasn't exactly sure where to go, there was someone to ask, and the female acolyte was happy to give her directions.  Before long Pipa stood in front of a great set of double doors made of ancient mahogony, trimmed with brass.  The acolyte that had been following her nodded her head and gestured that she should go in.<br/><br/>Gripping the brass doorknob she opened one of the doors and entered the headmistress's office, leaving behind the two that had followed her.  Inside was a very large room at least thirty feet to a side, the center of which was dominated by a large desk covered in scrolls, books, and various other papers.  The two side walls were lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves, each of which was crammed full of books or racks of scrolls.  In front of the desk sat two large leather chairs, and two matching leather couches sat along the wall, on either side of the door that she'd just entered through.  The opposite wall was dominated by two large tapestries, one an intricate weaving of a map of the mortal realms, the second was a stylized weaving of Headmistress Ravensoul, using magic to smite some unseen foe.  Between the two tapestries was another door though where that led Pipa was not sure.<br/><br/>A voice from Pipa sounded as soon as she entered, the door swinging shut silently behind her.<strong>"What is it you want contestant?"</strong>the voice said with an exaggerated sigh and a tone that said the speaker really didn't care.  Pipa turned to see the woman that Vania must have been talking about, Tharja.  For she was a young human woman, obviously beautiful enough to be a contestant, and certainly attired as if she were already in the dungeon.  Nearly her entire form was covered in a toe to shoulder black body stocking that obfuscated but did not completely block her lithe form.  Over her breasts the body stocking was covered by a bra like top that was such a dark blue that it appeared almost black.  A matching loincloth style garment hung about her hips, draping down between her legs to just past her knees.  The whole of the outfit was also accented with gold cloth that sparkled in the light of the ceiling's magelights.  Most notably the gold collar that encircled her throat.  The woman looked bored, as if she'd rather be sitting anywhere but here.<br/><br/>Pipa was on guard after Vania's warning and eyed the woman carefully.  She reminded Pipa of Headmistress Ravensoul in a way, fair skin, raven hair, sultry demenour.  But where the headmistress had seemed approachable and affable, this woman seemed cool and calculating.<em>"Yes, I'm here to meet with the headmistress,"</em>Pipa ventured.<br/><br/>Tharja sighed and rolled her eyes,<strong>"She's currently finishing up with her last appointment at the moment.  You should probably wait out here, though she has standing directions that if any contestants come to see her they are allowed to go right in instead of waiting if they would prefer.  Her private study is just through that back door if you would like, go right in."</strong>Her face suddenly twisted into a smile that seemed somehow predatory to Pipa, and she added,<strong> "Though you could stay out here and keep me company till she's done with her current meeting.  I wouldn't mind seeing what a fresh contestant of such exotic beauty looks like under that peasant tunic."</strong><br/><br/><em>"Errrr..."</em>Pipa suddenly stammered, when faced with such blatant sexual aggression,<em> "I think I'll just go ahead in if that's ok?"</em><br/><br/>Tharja shrugged and then waved her hand dismissively, reaching down for a book and pulling it up to her lap.  She began to open it, already having seeming to have forgotten about Pipa in a single instant.  Feeling somewhat relieved at being able to escape the woman, and also slightly annoyed at how quickly she was dismissed, Pipa grit her teeth and moved to the back door.  Passing through it she entered a much smaller office space, set about with a trio of comfortable leather chairs and ottomans arranged in front of a currently unlit fireplace.  The second half of the room was set up several feet, with a staircase of four steps leading up to an area with a small desk, bookshelves, and several other items like chests and a glass case containing several items.<br/><br/>But Pipa barely had time to register all of this as her eyes were immediately drawn to the scene playing out just at the top of those stairs.  A man stood with his back to Pipa, unclothed from the waist down.  His muscular buttocks flexing as he thrust forwards.  Kneeling in front of him, nude save a large black leather collar and black boots, was mistress Ravensoul.  She was alternating between pinching her nipples and rubbing the cleft between her thighs as the man in front of her held the back of her head and thrust his cock into her mouth.  No, that was too gentle a description as Pipa watched she realized that the man was almost violently fucking her mouth.  Even from eight feet away, Pipa could see the bulge in Headmistress Ravensoul's neck as the man's cock repeatedly and rapidly plunged through her mouth and into her throat.  Spittle dripping from his shaft and balls as the headmistress toyed with herself and made a repeated<strong><em> "Hrk hrk hrk hrk"</em></strong>noise as her face was aggressively fucked.  This was the meeting she was jut finishing up?<br/><br/>At that moment the door behind Pipa that she'd just entered through shut and latched with a loud enough 'chunk' to be heard by the two at the top of the stairs.  The man looked over his shoulder at Pipa, smiling at her.  He was handsome enough in a rather average way.  Rugged, unshaven, muscular, with a rather plain but kind looking face.  Headmistress Ravensoul drew back, pulling the cock from her mouth and stroking it as she looked between the man's legs at Pipa.<strong>  "Ahhh,"</strong>she said as her hand jerked back and forth on the spit covered cock in front of her,<strong>"Contestant, perfect timing, I need a tongue in my cunt right now."</strong><br/><br/>The man in front of her whispered something, and Pipa only barely caught the words 'virgin' and then 'control'.  Headmistress Ravensoul frowned and nodded,<strong> "Of course, of course, you're right thank you."</strong>Then to Pipa said,<strong>"Forget I said that, please stay there or sit in one of those chairs, I'll be right with you."</strong>Then turning back to the man in front of her she said,<strong>"Make it quick and then leave I have business to attend to."</strong><br/><br/>The man nodded and gripped her head with both hands as she guided his dick back between her lips.  He began aggressively fucking her face as she played with herself, again that choking noise sounded through the room, Pipa all but forgotten by the duo on the stairs.  She was too timid to approach in that moment, and could only watch as the man's breathing got faster and faster and finally he gasped and groaned.  Headmistress Ravensoul pulled back and jerked his cock, allowing him to spray his white seed mostly into her mouth, though several slick ropes splattered against her face as she beamed with pure delight.  She kept stroking him, her tongue licking at the head of his cock till it was apparent that he had no more to give.  Then she waved at him,<strong>"Day after tomorrow please, be so kind as to not cum again till then, I can always tell when you waste your seed on someone else."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Of course mistress,"</strong>he said as he bent to pick up a long length of cloth and began wrapping it about his hips, pinning the kilt into place before walking past Pipa and out the office door.<br/><br/>Headmistres Ravensoul stood from where she knelt and walked over to the nearby chest, upon which was draped her signature black cloak.  She grabbed a pillow from a nearby chair and set it down on top of the chest as she sighed, then sat down on the chest, gazing at Pipa.  Her tongue licking out at the cum that was on her face as she idily toyed with her wet sex.  She seemed almost in a dreamlike state as she called out to Pipa,<strong> "Sorry about that, when the lust is upon me, I don't think very clearly.  Come on up, tell me what brings you by today contestant."</strong>Her voice had a soft almost sleepy quality to it.  It reminded Pipa of the way someone sounded when they were very drunk and just on the verge of passing out.  Though the mistress didn't look tired, just...far away.  She brought her free hand up to swipe any stray blots of semen from her face before bringing them to her lips to lick clean.  Her right hand slowly and lazily playing with her engorged and moist labia, she paused for a moment and considered the semen on her left hand before saying to Pipa,<strong> "What a bad hostess I am, did you want a taste?" </strong>Of course, with one hand slick with semen and the other playing with her own sex, the question was ambiguous as to what the headmistress was offering a taste of precisely.  Leaving Pipa with a slightly confused and slightly excited feeling in the core of her belly, and an intriguing answer to give.