<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/i4xGSc8.jpg)</div><br/><em>Vania and Ursak went to the bunks to change into more comfortable clothing for showing the new bunkmates around while Pipa took the stack of towels she had taken from the baths and placed them in the tiny bathroom that the bunkhouse held.  She looked at the shower stall and remembered the cold water that came from the tap, and compared it to the wonderful bathing facilities she had just left, and wondered very briefly why she couldn't get such a nice shower here in the bunkhouse.  Then she too went to change into comfortable clothing and sit and chat with Vania while they waited.</em><br/><br/>Perhaps the temple preferred their charges bathing communally to build comradery between the contestants? Or maybe they found the cold private shower dissuaded the women engaging in masturbation, and other excessive dilly dally that would steal valuable time away from their learning opportunities before they entered the dungeon.<br/><br/><em>A short while later a pair of servants arrived bearing boxes, and set them on one of the empty bunks.  Before leaving one of them commented directly to Pipa saying, "The headmistress says you are to respect the privacy of a contestant's bunk and not disturb contestant Tharja's belongings." A fruitless warning as that wasn't the type of person Pipa was, but it was delivered without malice, so she decided to let it go. </em><br/><br/>As Pipa dressed in the loose pants and lace-up linen top she had worn briefly earlier, before training with Ursak, she realized Tharja probably knew the answer to that mystery. She glanced at the boxes that had been placed on her bunk, and thought the headmistress’s assistant wasn't likely to be interested in answering her novice question after the way she had degraded her that morning.  She smiled at the memory of the flushed and punished secretary cumming on her instructions before she left her last. Her thoughts didn't have time to wander further before Vania engaged her with a story.<br/><br/>When the new contestants arrived to join their dorm, Pipa nodded as she was introduced, and watched the newcomers with quiet curiosity and polite interest.  She did her best not to stare rudely at the lycanthropic ears that twitched atop the head of the woman named Jaz. She was too personally familiar with feeling like an oddity, to want to make the shifter feel stared at. But when the time came for her to choose which newcomer she would guide, she indulged her curiosity.<br/><br/>“Jaz of the Endirin Temple, I would be very pleased to be your guide.”