>>6193270>>6193399>>6193525>>6193559>>6193750Frankly, you don't need anything more than coffee and some biscotti to start your day.
You take your coffee fresh from the press and without a single thing added to it. Sugar? Cream? What are those? Are they tasty? Frankly they sound like a desecration of the sacred morning brew. Coffee should be bitter and smooth. It doesn't need anything sweet to temper its natural flavors unless you have the immature palette of a spoilt child. Since the <span class="mu-i">Collegia Arcana</span> doesn't accept children into its halls, you find it amazing that they bother leaving such useless things next to the brewing station.
Naturally you take a seat next to a woman who drowned her coffee in sugar and cream. You can't really call it coffee anymore, at this point its a cup of sweet cream that's been lightly flavored with coffee. For a moment, you wonder where all those extra calories go, and then you're reminded of the massive lumps of magic that she and the other women you've joined have straining against their robes.
"Morning gals," you mumble with a voice still thick with sleep.
"Good morning, Valeria" says Amalia, a woman with fiery red hair. She gives you a passing glance before her eyes return to the diffusion text in her hands.
"Mornin' Val," chirps the blueberry-blonde Tiff. Her eyes are glued to her little Bardak Bible, her face shifting through lecherous expression as she flips through the pages. Not many women are brave enough to read pornography in public, nor are many sorceresses subtle enough with condensation to layer a fake cover atop a book. Her heavy breathing, flushed face, and the subtle scent filling the air makes you want to dump a pitcher of cold water on her.
"I knew it!" the third woman, Daphodil, nearly causes a scene when she slams her refraction text onto the table. She gives you an accusatory glance, her voice dropping as she says, "You've been sneaking off to the <span class="mu-i">Collegia Espada</span> lately, and now you come back with your vibrations <span class="mu-i">buzzing</span> of a man! Did you betray our sacred compact?!"
You take a seat and give Daphne a confused look. Through a sip of your coffee, you ask, "What sacred compact?"
"Staying a virgin until 30," all three of them say at once.
You point an amused finger at Tiff. "As if Miss Female Pervert here didn't already give hers away to a rubber toy."
"Doesn't count!" Tiff says, snapping her porn closed to punctuate her words. She puffs up with no small amount of unwarranted pride, her entirely unfair chest bouncing happily beneath her robes. Did she even wear a bra today? "I'm a virgin through and through. I'll have you know that I've never even <span class="mu-i">seen</span> a real penis in my life!"
"Just the ones scribbled in your books," Amalia says with a sigh. "Why must you read those in public, Tiff?"
