>>5951646>"Can I trust Instructor Seflejo to have my best interests in mind?"[WEAK NO]
>>5951675>IS THE CREEPY LIBRARY MAN IN LOVE WITH US?[WEAK NO]
>>5951801>will we get a room at the schola soon?[EXTREME YES]
>>5951871> Are there multiple major groups of different Enemies of the Emperor active on this world?[UNCERTAIN]
>>5951875>Is the food free here?[WEAK YES]
>>5951883>if I focused on my improving my Technical skills in the short term, would I see noticable results?[WEAK YES]
>>5951899>Is it possible for us to further improve our 'psychic dexterity'?Responding ex cathedra because it's something about your personal abilities/strengths/etc. The answer is [YES]. Which you also coincidentially rolled.
>>5951902>Will Instructor Seflejo’s bust have a growth spurt overnight?[YES]
>>5951945>Can I impregnant Aleta?[YES]
>>5952038>Will I be able to legally earn credits here?[NO]
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A wry chuckle escaped Seflejo as she reappeared in the lobby. "Well, Anon, seems you've drawn the lucky straw. We got you a...dormitory, of sorts. One of the VIP suites, actually." Her voice held a hint of nervous amusement. "Normally reserved for dignitaries, not... students. But we can't really slot you anywhere else, and the higher-ups would rather keep you somewhere safe than Emperor-knows-where."
You couldn't help but mirror her chuckle, laced with a hint of suspicion. "Is it free?"
Seflejo smirked. "Free and huge. Trust me, you'll love it." With a beckoning gesture, she urged you forward.
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The former casino echoed with your footsteps as you navigated the labyrinthine halls. Finally, you reached a double doorway that gleamed with solid gold. A plaque proclaimed "VIP Suites" in High Gothic. Just as Seflejo reached for the handle, two students appeared from behind the door. Their military uniforms, meant for function, strained against their impossibly curvaceous figures. Yet, their eyes held a haunting emptiness. They offered Seflejo a curt nod before departing, their movements practiced and emotionless.
The Instructor's hand on your shoulder felt a touch too firm. "Diligent young ladies, aren't they, Anon?" she murmured, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes twisting her lips. "Doing their part for the Imperium."
You push through more sterile corridors, the silence broken only by the echo of your footsteps. Finally, you reach your destination. A massive, opulent room unfolds before you, dominated by a king-sized bed fit for a Rogue Trader.
Seflejo beams. "All yours, complete with a private bathing chamber." She points to a door. "Use the comm unit to call the maid when the sheets need changing. Food's on room service too, but that's, well. Maybe outside of your budget. Just dial 01."
She pointed behind herself with a thumb. "...The cafeteria is quite a while away but there's breakfast, lunch and dinner for the students. At 6, 12, then 6. For free."
