<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Rachel's Gift</span></span></div><br/>Being lathered up (https://irovedout.com/comic/p-194/) with soap and water and scrubbed with a loofah was very relaxing, as well as arousing.  Kleris tried to control herself and restrain her moans to simple approval and satisfaction.  Though that was more difficult when Asma stroked and doodled at Kleris’ arms, back, calves, explaining and composing with soap bubbles.<br/><br/>Coming back to Asma’s dorm, Kleris looked at her art studies, doodles and designs, and showed her a few of her own ideas and sketches.  “I was thinking of something cute, powerful, and exotic, like a lillin (https://i.imgur.com/fwEyyVB.jpg) or a marilith (https://i.imgur.com/Kmq9GpT.jpg).  A simple rose or butterfly could be good, but if we can move and animate it, then I should probably do something worthy of that.  After a bit of discussion, sketching, and planning, Kleris and Asma came up with an (uncharacteristically) cute marilith design stretching across her hips, though with some magic she could move elsewhere and even attack with her weapons and fire!  Or at least appear to.  The mundane tattoo alone took several painful hours as Kleris tried to lay still and Asma distract her with chitchat and discussions about school, students, and home.  The project was too big to abandon early, so Kleris had to use all her training to concentrate and endure, and it was a blessing when Asma finally announced that she was finished.  With a light protective gauze over the site, she advised Kleris to keep it clean, dry, and out of the sun for a bit to heal.  Nodding, she gave Asma a hug in thanks, then slowly and carefully walked back to her own room to for lots of<em>water to beer</em>and relaxing on her belly.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Day 108, the Arcane Detective/Discovery and Disarming of Traps</span></span></div><br/>Joined by Zull, Andrei, and Evgenia, Kleris trusted that Andrei’s supernatural endurance should give them an edge in quickly exploring, and<em>if</em>they did run across these hypothetical dart traps, he’d be able to easily escape or endure it.  In the mean time, he read one of his scrolls to get a longer sense of ore that could actually lead them the right direction in the dungeon, rather than becoming mired in the details.  Plus, putting on his new treasure hunter’s goggles, she could always see any hidden passages, and search for any coins if she suspected a hidden cashe.<br/><br/>Leaving a few more methodical and overly-cautious groups behind, Kleris and the team finally found a beeline path to where they sensed a great deal of ore.  Instead of a twisting mine with veins of ore in the walls, it was more of a buried treasure hunt as several students jockeyed to start digging or clawing at the ground.  The kaleidoscopic rube shot rays of blinding light randomly, however, making it difficult to avert one’s eyes even carefully, forcing several students to drop their shovel to rub their eyes or cover up with hoods.<br/><br/>Sensing a large cache of mithral near the pillar, Kleris raced over to strike one large win.  Another student had the same idea, though, and Kleris knew he couldn’t compete with a physical match of speed or jockeying.  He didn’t have to, however, because by sprinting just ahead and ducking an incoming ruby beam, cowling his face with his resistant uniforms’ robe, his competitor was simultaneously blinded and vaulted over Kleris, striking the pillar.  The ruby rolled off its column to be just barely caught in Kleris’ arms!  With its light no longer stopping everyone from working, the students were able to make quick work digging up ore, and Kleris could call Andrei over to claim the mithral ore he’d found.<br/><br/>[Reflex 20+6 = 26!]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Days 108-110, More Compensated Dating</span></span></div><br/>Sometimes boys and men asked for a date at the café.  Most of the time it was harmless flirting and the girls begged off that they were busy or had to study.  More serious offers knew how to make their intentions known, or were made through an intermediary.  Other times they had “regulars,” both at the café, and as “boyfriends” that they tried to indulge in their fantasy of being different from the rest of the clients.  When Kleris came to work to find Derrick already there in his regular booth, he knew what table he’d be working, and what to expect afterwards: a tip too large for the coffee he ordered, and an escort to a hotel rather than campus.<br/><br/>Walking hand-in-hand, Derrick was quiet and sweaty, as usual, though seemed to have something on his mind.  Kleris just smiled and hugged his arm, giving him time to either speak up or enjoy the company.<br/><br/>“Oh, um, yes, I do attend school there.  I’m very fortunate, the instructors are very knowledgeable and supportive of all of us.  I guess it would be fine to talk magic and things.  I’ve learned a bit about House Cannith and artificing myself, how there’s a whole industry dedicated to making life better for everyone!” gesturing to the magical lamps keeping the streets lit, even at dusk in the canyon of towers.  They were able to have a good conversation about the “common” workmanship of creating urban conveniences that made city life bearable, from clean food and water, to laundry and washing, to flying taxi boats and constructs.  Derrick was still rambling on about work as he undressed in the hotel room, so Kleris followed suit stripping down to her underwear: lingerie comfortable enough to work in, but cute enough for dates and being seen in.  She nodded indulgently even as she knelt and sucked him hard, then gently pushed him back to straddle him just as he liked, cooing over how big he was and how good it felt and would he please squeeze and play with her breasts.  After she did a lot of work on top, he’d have her bend over the bed to do her from behind, and Kleris would brace herself for a fast, rough pounding, first his hands pawing at her buttocks and back, commenting on her new body art, then his considerable weight leaning on her as he panted and grunted over her.  Sometimes she felt like a sex toy, but she could remember her own lustful gaze over the girls at school, many of whom were now friends, and could forgive him that—maybe even be a little flattered to be a “favorite.”  In any case, she held onto the bed as she and it shook quickly, then slowing, until a quick burst at the end heralded Derrick’s cum inside her (at extra charge), and a wet slap on her new tattoo that made her wince slightly.  “A little bit for her new friend,” he explained.<br/><br/>Cleaning up was usually a pretty brief affair, with a kiss goodbye, but Derrick apparently had something else.  The staccato tapping was concerning, as was the iron hound-monster that suddenly appeared, making Kleris squeal a bit in fright.  This was it, this was how it ended, with Derrick the jealous “boyfriend” and his mechanical deathtrap.  He quickly explained, however, attempting to soothe Kleris.  She was unsure until the iron defender looked up at Derrick and chirped, “He Derrick!  I love you!” in her own voice!  Granted, it was like two pre-recorded phrases that had been combined by some algorithm, but it was Kleris’ voice, as if she had been eaten by the hound.<br/><br/>“Oh my!  Well, I don’t know what to say!  Thank you, of course!  I’ll have to think hard about a name…”  She gave him another kiss, and picking up her bag, the homunculus obediently tapped behind at heel.<br/><br/>Walking through the almost perpetually wet streets of Sharn, people kept a respectable distance from the iron defender following the otherwise defenseless young waitress.  “Hmm, elvish is pretty.  Maybe that would soften you a bit.  Umm, iron defender—silver hound, ari… dre.  Keep, keeper, onna…  Aridreonna?  Maybe on a collar, but how do you like it?  Like Ari?”<br/><br/>The construct looked up with a kind of clever, programmed intelligence given life, and opened its jaws to show silvery fangs, out of which came simply, “Like Ari?”<br/><br/>Kleris shuddered, “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’ but we’ve got to teach you to bark or something normal.  In the mean time, when I get back I'm going to have blueballs something fierce..."