<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Day 110, post-Derrick</span></span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Bringing the iron defender home to campus worried Kleris a little; some students had swords and weapons, but would a construct be a step too far?  Fortunately his roommates approved, admiring and cooing over Ari with pets and hugs—it wasn’t the same as a furry animal, but as an animated homunculus it at least flexed and moved more than a statue.  Having a certain intelligence as well, there wasn’t a long training period, Kleris could just tell it to follow or lay down out of the way, or it sat and watched protectively as they changed out of uniform for bed, sitting around talking, trying on new underwear, having pillow fights… (https://img02.deviantart.net/1ab9/i/2012/120/e/a/lingerie_pillow_fight_by_yuriko_goly-d4y52z7.jpg)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>..and unbeknownst to the girls, Derrick was watching it all through a<em>scrying</em>receptacle in the privacy of his own apartment. He already went through several tissues as he watched the object of his admiration and her friends socialize, cavort, and undress on the first day.<br/><br/>"This beats Rachel's club any day," he said to himself. "Hmmm, what if I personally visited, courtesy of a little illusion spell or three?"<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 112</span></span></div><br/>Carson did not answer, only slamming the door shut as she left. But true to form he was already waiting for her at the gates, deny as he may.<br/><br/>"I'm only doing for a future favor," he said. "I'll be more than happy to accept a spell from your spellbook as reward, depending on what you got."<br/><br/>He otherwise remained silent, limiting his speeches to noncommittal "yes" or "nos" or awkwardly turning away when random passersby commented on "such a cute couple."<br/><br/>For a moment it seemed that Carson did not realize that Kleris was stroking him off when they were in the skycab. He let out a sigh as she rubbed him off. Oddly he did not resist, and judging by the warm and wet sensation spreading from his groin she pleasured him to completion. Just then, Carson's eyes woke up, and he looked around in a groggy post-slumber haze, unaware of what transpired.<br/><br/>The owner of Clebdecher's Loom was a bespectacled gnomish woman seemingly in perpetual motion. The store was a multi-hued kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, from the midnight-blue drapes with gold trim to the delicate glass cases displaying fabrics and garments from lands far and wide. The 3-foot tailor was rushing out the back room by the time Kleris reached the front counter.<br/><br/>"Oh hello there, you must be one of the Redhurst students," she said. "I"m afraid that our catalog may be too expensive for your economic caliber, but my doors are open if you're here to commission a delivery or order for a teacher."<br/><br/>She was surprised and a bit taken aback at the eloquence of Kleris' words. Even more so when she produced the coin necessary to make a personal order.<br/><br/>"W-well, I suppose I could make an exception. What if I were to produce an at-cost personalized order in exchange for your services? I heard many good things about Redhurst's capabilities..."<br/><br/>The short gnome was able to make the appropriate measurements, tightly hugging measuring tape on just about every inch of her body. And thanks to high society money and a<em>fabricate</em>spell, the commissioned glamerweave outfit was ready in a mere 20 minutes! Even Carson gasped at the shimmering dress, although his mouth zipped up as soon as Kleris glanced back.<br/><br/>"It's ahem-er, quite stylish, and rather out of your league!"<br/><br/>"Not at all," Hellian countered. "My designs are so beautiful they can make a cow look like a goddess!"<br/><br/>Even as Kleris donned it the dress seemed to subtly shift and change, hugging her delicate curves and billowing in all the right places with every turn, step, and stretch.<br/><br/>In exchange she was asked to help manage the loom, redo<em>unseen servant</em>shifts every 2 hours,<em>ray of frost created water</em>colored with varying dyes,<em>summon celestial monsters</em>to pluck their exotic plumage or shave their sublime fur, and<em>identify</em>the quality of rare Xen'drik fibers. Not even Carson was spared, who offered to help rather than tolerate the tedium of waiting.<br/><br/>"Remember, that reward," he whispered to Kleris during a rare moment of free time. "My labor doesn't come cheap."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Relationships and Experience</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Gain Rivalry Level 6 out of 10 with Carson! Gain 500 experience points!</em></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kleris is able to purchase a piece of glamerweave clothing at cost for 50% off (50gp plus half the cost for a normal piece of equivalent clothing) (https://www.d20pfsrd.com/equipmenT/goods-and-services/containers-bags-boxes-more). I recommend a Courtesan's Outfit (4 gp), Silver Dancer's Garb (100 gp), a Noble's Outfit (38 gp plus 100 gp of signet ring and jewelry, not discounted), or even a silk kimono (100 gp). A Royal Outfit may be a bit conspicuous (100 gp plus 100 gp of signet ring and jewelry), but your Diplomacy's high enough for Hellian to make an exception for a new customer.<br/><br/>Remember, Kleris needs to reach 1,000 GP for CUMS magical supplies. There's no time limit on raising the funds, but making a more expensive purchase may delay the main quest a bit. But that's entirely up to you!</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Day 114, Night</span></span></div><br/>Late one night, Kleris felt a rather pleasant sensation tingle between her legs as she slept on her stomach. There was a bit of a chill as the blankets seemed to blow away in a midnight breeze, but not enough to be uncomfortable. An almost imperceptible weight settled on her ass, and slowly her prostate was massaged by an unseen force. It was a pleasant dream, a lithe lean form cradling and rutting upon her, his goatee tickling her cheek.<br/><br/>"Wait a second," the voice said in Elven. "That's not the-what?"<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/Rxc5vuQ.png?1)<br/><br/>It was not a dream, and there was a spectral elf who seconds ago was writhing on top of her. His face was unmistakable: Thaumant Durg, the oldest teacher at Redhurst whose visage plastered the transmutation school's halls from before even Redhurst's founding proper!<br/><br/>"Well at least he<em>feels feminine,"</em>the spectral former teacher said, his moment of doubt not lasting long as his pelvic motions continued, his ghostly cock anally penetrating a now-awake Kleris over and over...<br/><br/><em>Kleris earns 180 gp for days 113 and 114: 60 gp for normal maid work, plus 120 for the compensated dates.</em>