Drasna had entered Isobella’s private bathroom, the floor was dark gray with running water and advanced plumbing. Being a noble certainly had its perks she thought to herself. She stripped out of her battle dress and folded it neatly on a shelf with towels, she would get them back in the morning. Once she had changed into her sleepwear, she exited the bathroom into the connected bedroom.

  Drasna shook her head and laughed, she had expected no less from Isobella, but was still surprised when she walked out of her closet in a silky night gown. Meanwhile, she had simply changed into a black tank top with green shorts, even though she’d been offered something similar to Isobella's. She looked the noble up and down, Drasna had to admit she was a very pretty warlock, but it was always the mystery of her that made her alluring. That mystery had only deepened after the reveal, Drasna was effectively hooked, but she didn’t mind one bit. Isobella seemed shy all of a sudden, avoiding eye contact.

  “Is something wrong?” Drasna inquired.

  “You’re not wearing much…are you sure you feel comfortable like that?”

  Drasna laughed, “You’re not so covered up yourself you know. You look good wrapped in just one layer of silk instead of twelve.”

  Isobella blushed, she’d seen Drasna’s muscular arms plenty of times, but never her legs, or her stomach. She slowly placed a hand on the monk's abdominals.

  “Do you have the, um?”

  Drasna laughed and lifted her shirt, “What abs? I wouldn’t be much of a monk if I didn’t? Do you like ‘em?”

  Isobella turned around, she feared she would get a nosebleed if she looked for too long, “Y-yes I like them very much…I wish I was as strong as you…”

  “You know, you could always join me up at the monastery, I think you’d look really cute in a battle dress too.”

  “Perhaps if you tried on an actual dress for me as well?”

  Drasna smiled and quickly answered, “Deal!”

  Isobella pounced on the opportunity, “I’ll make sure it's the best dress you’ve ever worn, you may want to keep it on forever…I can only hope.”

  Drasna smirked, “Each of our battle dresses and robes are made with care for each student by master Yuki! She tailors them specifically for each member of the monastery. Nobody has one that’s quite the same as another, that way each of us are unique and can shine!”

  Isobella shook her head, “I don’t believe linen can shine.”

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  Drasna pouted, “Don’t be a pest! My clothes are made for training and will last me forever! Your clothes are meant to make you look nice.”

  Isobella sat on her bed and patted a spot next to her, Drasna didn’t hesitate and sat down next to her. The sheets were silk, she’d become familiar with the fabric after hugging and being hugged by Isobella so much. She moved back and swept her bare feet onto the bed, the sheets felt especially cool. Drasna grew a devious grin and wrapped her arms around Isobella, pulling her down onto the bed, for her to nuzzle.

  “Hey Izzy. Surprise attack!”

  “H-hey!”

  Isobella squirmed a bit, but calmed down once Drasna gave her an affectionate squeeze. Drasna giggled, Isobella smelled like vanilla and berries, even after a full day together, she’d come to adore the smell, because it meant Isobella was close. Drasna’s grin became devious with a plan. She turned onto her back and started to bench press her noble girlfriend. Isobella was too baffled by the audacity to decline.

  Isobella inquired slightly vexed, “W-what are you doing? Put me down!”

  Drasna laughed, “I’ve always wanted to do this! When you come up the mountain maybe you can read a book while I do this? I saw two of the masters do it once and thought it was cute.”

  Drasna could feel Isobella become hot through her night gown, if only slightly, and decided to put her down. Isobella spun around and gave her a quick smack to the face. Drasna couldn’t help but be surprised, never in a million years did she expect Isobella to hit her.

  “I find your theatrics amusing at times, but it's not romantic!” Isobella pouted.

  Drasna put the angry noble down and sat up, “Oh, sorry. I guess you had something different in mind?”

  Isobella was quiet for a moment, “...Spooning.”

  Drasna raised an eyebrow, “Spooning?”

  Isobella explained, “It's an activity couples perform, they hug the other and match shapes like a spoon…it's supposed to be romantic…I thought you were doing that before you pulled a fast one.”

  “Oh! Yeah I’ve heard of it, sorry I didn’t realize you wanted to…” Drasna peeled back some of the covers and got into position, “You wanna be the big spoon? I don’t mind either way.”

  “Yes! I don’t believe I trust you to be the big spoon anymore, this way I can keep you to myself.” Isobella declared with a hint of learned sarcasm.

  Drasna felt her face become hot as Isobella got into position and hugged her from behind, pushing her knees behind her own. She grabbed and pulled the sheet over the two of them, allowing the cool material to envelope them. She found she didn’t hate the situation she found herself in. Sleeping next to someone was scary, but knowing it was only Isobella was comforting.

  “You’re a good snuggler for a noble warlock, I expected you to trap me in tendrils, or have golden hand cuffs.” Drasna joked.

  Isobella clung tighter, “Maybe next time, I think you’d look magnificent in chains, I could keep you in the basement.”

  Drasna chuckled, “You’re kidding right? Right?”

  Isobella didn’t respond, she had fallen asleep.