<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/RoDooxQ.jpg)</div><br/>Tharja’s evident discomfort pleased Pipa.  Emboldened, she held her gaze for nearly a full minute, with no attempt to hide her grin.<br/><br/>“You seemed eager to see more of me yesterday,” she taunted, “Now it seems you've lost your enthusiasm.”<br/><br/>The silent receptionist glared at Pipa, and Pipa felt her power over Tharja and it made her head swim a little. She gave a growl and a smile, making sure to show off her tusks. Her time with Ursak had left her feeling more curious about her orcish heritage and empowered to embrace her instincts.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/PxmD3Uy.jpg)</div>She looked about the room, before grabbing a firm stuffed velvet bolster from a nearby seat.<br/><br/>“I would like you to use the time I'll be in the Headmistress’s office,  to improve your enthusiasm.” She tossed her the bolster.<br/><br/>Tharja made a fumbling catch, twisting in her seat.<br/><br/>“Get comfortable, Tharja. I want you to straddle that cushion and grind it between your thighs. Don't spoil any of that enthusiasm by cumming. That's not allowed, and neither will you stop.”<br/><br/>With those instructions delivered, she turned and entered the Headmistress’s office.