Michelle’s eyes fluttered open as the rays of the morning sun peeped in through the curtains. She stirred and sat up in bed, basking in the light of the dawn as she gazed toward her newfound mate Aramella, who yet slumbered blissfully beside her. As she went to sit at the side of the bed, Aramella crawled over sat beside her. “Good morning Michelle, you slept well I hope?” She asked, stroking her fingers down Michelle’s arms.
“Divine. The best sleep I’ve had in years.” Michelle stretched, deliberately pushing her back into Aramella’s lap, who caught her in her arms to kiss her lips tenderly.
“Good, good. You have a busy day today. You have to meet lady Farandala, we have to get you something to wear, and then figure out where you want to find your calling.” Aramella pulled a strand of blond hair back behind Michelle’s ear and gently blew on it. “And then tonight I have so many lovers who would be very eager to meet you.”
Michelle shivered with anticipation at the promise of another three or four beautiful elves locked in tender affections with her and each other. “Sounds like a plan. So where do we get started?”
“I feel like getting cleaned up should take precedence, do you not? I have spells to do it with a flick of the hand.” She stops her gesture mid-casting. “But Farandala’s baths are such a treat. It would be my pleasure to give you the tour, and we might also meet some of my fellow pupils on the way.”
Michelle weighed her priorities and…