You are a new students to power academy, you walk into the school and a woman at the entrance waiting for you she greets you "Hey, you must be {{user}} the new student." {{user}} nods, "okay {{user}} just follow me and tell me about your abilities

The woman, named Katherine, guides you through the halls until you reach the Headmaster's Office. She knocks on the door and then opens it, revealing a man sitting behind a large desk. "Ah, Luna. It's nice to finally meet you," he says with a warm smile.

"Now, before we discuss your abilities, why don't you tell me how you got the name 'Lunar Blade'? I understand that it has something to do with the moon and swordplay?"

The headmaster listens intently as you explain your background and name. "Very interesting," he says once you finish. "Well then, let's see what sort of abilities you have that earned you the nickname 'Lunar Blade.' I understand you've mastered both lunar magic and swordsmanship?"

"Excellent," he continues, nodding in approval. "Your lunar magic is quite impressive, especially for someone so young. As for your swordplay, it seems to be just as sharp."

"Ah yes," the headmaster says, eyeing your white silk blindfold curiously. "Now, I've heard you wear this to cover your eyes because they have an unnatural color?" At your silent nod, he continues, "Well, I must admit it is quite rare to see someone with that particular eye color here. It doesn't seem to affect your performance negatively though."

"Now then," he says, steering the conversation back towards business, "

The headmaster listens attentively as you explain about the tradition of using blindfolds in your homeland. "Very informative," he says with a nod. "Well then, Luna, I must say that it's a pleasure to have someone like you here at Power Academy. We value uniqueness and strength above all else."

"Now, since you're a new student, there are a few rules you should be aware of," he continues, pushing a sheet of paper across his desk towards you. "

The Headmaster chuckles softly as he sees your eyes widen at the mention of the ranking tournament. "Don't worry, it's not mandatory to participate," he assures you. "But I highly recommend that you do. It's a great way to test your abilities against others and potentially gain respect from those who may have doubted you."

"As for the other rules," he continues, motioning for you to read through them on the sheet of paper, "

The Headmaster notices your reaction to the mention of the ball and smiles knowingly. "Ah yes," he says with a laugh, "the annual Ball Night. It's quite an event here at Power Academy. Females get to pick their male roommates for the night, while males get to enjoy some much-deserved rest."

"But don't let that deter you from attending," he adds quickly. "It's also a great opportunity to socialize and make new friends.

The Headmaster stands up, offering you his hand in a firm shake. "Excellent," he says warmly. "I have faith that you'll do well here at Power Academy, Lunar Blade." With that, he turns back to his desk and motions for you to leave the office.

Outside in the hallway, Katherine stands patiently by your side. "Well then," she says with a friendly smile, "shall we go get you ready for the ball?"

As you walk down the hallway, dressed in your stunning white dress accented by golden markings, it's clear that you stand out among the other students. Many eyes are drawn to you as you make your way towards the grand ballroom where the Ball Night festivities are about to begin.

The room is filled with colorful decorations and candlelight, casting a warm glow over the dance floor and the rows of tables set up for refreshments.

Indeed, many students seem intimidated by your presence. You can sense their curiosity and perhaps even fear as they observe you from afar. However, there are also those who are brave enough to approach you, drawn in by your unique beauty and strength of character.

As the music begins to play, couples take to the dance floor, swaying gracefully under the twinkling lights. You remain near the entrance, content to watch the others for now.

You step outside onto the balcony, taking in a deep breath of cool night air. The scent of flowers and greenery mingles with the sound of crickets chirping, providing a soothing contrast to the lively music coming from within the ballroom.

As you lean against the railing, lost in thought, you feel someone approach you quietly from behind.

The figure remains silent for a moment before speaking up. "You really are something else, aren't you?" They say softly, their voice tinged with admiration. "I can't help but feel drawn to your strength...and your mystery."

You remain still, not acknowledging the speaker. After another moment of silence, they continue, "My name is Aiden. I just wanted to introduce myself and see if you'd be interested in talking sometime."

The figure chuckles softly. "Well, some might say that," they reply modestly. "But I'm just another student here at Power Academy. And no, my markings aren't as impressive as yours." They pause for a moment before asking, "So, what do you say? Will you talk to me?"

There's an air of confidence about Aiden that draws you in despite your initial reluctance. Perhaps it would be worth getting to know this southern prodigy better...

Aiden seems unfazed by your coldness, his smile only growing wider. "Well then," he says cheerfully, "let me start by saying that I find your story fascinating. Growing up in the north must have been quite an experience."

As they speak, you begin to notice how easy it is to listen to Aiden's voice. There's a certain charm and intelligence about him that makes conversation with him effortless. Even though you don't talk much yourself, you find yourself drawn into the conversation more and more.

After several minutes of talking, the music inside the ballroom changes to a slower tune, inviting couples onto the dance floor for an intimate waltz. Aiden glances at you meaningfully before asking, "Would you like to dance?"

It's a strange request coming from someone who just met you tonight, but there's something about Aiden that makes it hard to say no...

As your hands intertwine, Aiden leads you out onto the dance floor. The sensation of being so close to him is both exhilarating and slightly unnerving. His touch is gentle yet firm, guiding you through the intricate steps of the waltz with ease.

You can feel the other students' eyes on you as you dance, their whispers carrying across the room like leaves on a windy autumn day. But for now, it doesn't matter;

You find yourself lost in the moment, focused entirely on Aiden and the dance. His laughter is contagious, causing you to smile despite your initial reluctance. As the music draws to a close, he dips you gracefully, just slightly, before pulling you back upright again.

For a brief moment, their faces are inches apart, gazing into each other's eyes. Then, without saying another word, Aiden releases your hand and steps back, bowing deeply in acknowledgement of the dance.

Aiden chuckles softly as he straightens up again. "I've had my fair share of practice," he replies modestly, his eyes still fixed on yours. "But I think it's safe to say that this dance was something special."

There's an unspoken understanding between the two of you now, a connection formed through their shared experience on the dance floor. As you stand there together, looking at each other under the twinkling lights, it feels as though anything might be possible...

"Really?" Aiden asks with raised eyebrows, clearly surprised by your statement. "I don't know about that..." He trails off, glancing away momentarily before meeting your gaze again. "But I suppose it could be interesting to find out."

There's a playfulness in his tone now that wasn't there before. It's almost as if he's teasing you, daring you to step outside of your comfort zone.

Aiden laughs heartily at your response, the sound echoing through the ballroom. "You're definitely something else," he says between breaths, still grinning widely. "But I think that's part of what makes you so intriguing."

He pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing. "So, Lunar Blade...if we were to be roommates, what kind of things do you think we should do together?"

Aiden laughs again, seemingly unfazed by your attack. "Hey, I'm only asking," he says with a shrug, rubbing his arm playfully. "But seriously, it could be fun to explore the city together or maybe even train in some new skills."

He studies you for a moment more before adding, "Or we could just spend time talking...getting to know each other better."

It's clear that you're eager to escape the scrutiny of the other students and spend some time alone with Aiden. As you drag him through the crowd, people turn to watch you curiously; it seems that your interaction with Aiden has become the talk of the ballroom.

Finally, you reach the door marked "Room 207," the room assigned to both of you for the night. You fumble with the keys for a moment before unlocking the door and pushing Aiden inside ahead of you.

The room is modestly furnished, with two separate beds taking up most of the space. There's a small sitting area by the window and a bathroom just off to the side. The air feels slightly stuffy from being closed up all night, but there's an undeniable energy between you and Aiden now that more than makes up for it.

As you stand there in the center of the room, looking at each other with those intense golden eyes, it's clear that this is just the beginning of something new...

Aiden lands on the bed with a laugh, his body bouncing slightly as he tries to catch his breath. "Fair enough," he says, holding up his hands in surrender. "But don't you think we should at least talk about what happened back there?"

He pauses for a moment, studying your expression carefully before adding, "Or are you just planning on beating me up the whole night?"

You intended to intimidate Aiden with your cold glare, but it seems that your clumsiness has the opposite effect. As you tumble onto the bed beside him, he can't help but laugh heartily at your expense.

"I see," he says between giggles, "so maybe we should just relax and forget about everything else for a while?" He reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, his fingers grazing lightly against your cheek.

Aiden's laughter dies down slightly at your comment, but there's no shame or guilt in his expression. "Well," he says with a shrug, "what can I say? I've always found it easier to talk to people when you have something in common."

He pauses again before continuing, "And besides, it doesn't hurt that some of my...conquests...have taught me a thing or two about pleasing someone else."

The question catches Aiden off guard for a moment. His cheeks flush slightly as he searches for the right answer, but eventually he settles on honesty. "To be honest," he says quietly, "I've lost count."

There's a long silence between you after that, both of you thinking about what it means to have someone who's been with so many people in such an intimate way. But despite the weight of the revelation, there's still something undeniably attractive about Aiden...

"Well then," Aiden says, trying to change the subject, "what about you? Have you ever been with anyone before?" His voice is soft and gentle, devoid of judgment or malice. It's almost as if he truly wants to know more about you.

Aiden sighs audibly, clearly relieved by your answer. "That must have been...difficult," he says carefully, obviously choosing his words with care. "Not having anyone to share those experiences with."

He reaches out again, this time taking your hand in his. His touch is surprisingly gentle and warm, making you wonder if everything you've heard about him being a womanizer is true.

Aiden nods solemnly at your words, understanding where you're coming from. "I can imagine," he says softly, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "But it doesn't have to be like that anymore."

His other hand finds its way up to your cheek, tracing gentle circles as he leans in closer. The air between you grows thick with anticipation as his lips meet yours for the first time.

The kiss is soft and tender, almost like a whisper against your lips. It's clear that Aiden knows exactly what he's doing, using his mouth and tongue to tease and explore yours with expert precision. As the passion between you grows, so does the need for more skin-on-skin contact.

Without breaking the kiss, Aiden reaches up to undo the sash around your waist, exposing your midriff.

"Me?" Aiden asks innocently, feigning surprise. "I'm just trying to get to know you better." He grins cheekily before leaning in for another kiss, this time deeper and more demanding. His hands find their way up your sides, cupping your breasts through the fabric of your dress.

The sensations are overwhelming; it's impossible not to respond to his touch.

Aiden groans into the kiss, his hips pressing against yours as he takes advantage of your vulnerability. His hands continue their exploration, moving higher up your chest and across your shoulders before finding purchase in your hair. He pulls gently, guiding you down onto the bed with him as their lips remain locked together.

The weight of his body presses against yours, igniting a fire inside that had been dormant for far too long. Your heart races and your skin feels flushed from the heat between you.

Aiden breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His gaze travels down your body, taking in every detail of your exposed skin and the way your breasts rise and fall with each labored breath.

Without warning, he leans forward, capturing one nipple between his lips and sucking gently. You arch your back into the mattress, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over you in waves.

Aiden pauses for a moment, lifting his head to look down at you. His eyes are bright with lust and desire, but there's something else there too - tenderness, perhaps even love. It's a look that takes your breath away, making it impossible not to fall deeper under his spell.

Without another word, he resumes his assault on your sensitive flesh, sucking harder and using his tongue to circle your nipple before moving on to the other one.

The feeling of Aiden's lips and teeth on your skin is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he continues to taste and explore your breasts, his free hand finds its way down between your legs, teasing the sensitive folds of skin there.

You gasp as he touches you intimately for the first time, arching your hips up off the bed in search of more contact.

Aiden chuckles softly against your breast before moving lower still, parting your folds and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips buck violently, pushing yourself further onto him in search of release. He takes advantage of the movement, thrusting his tongue deeper inside you as he fingers you expertly.

His other hand finds its way up to your blindfold, gently tugging it loose so that it falls away from your face.

"Why?" Aiden asks breathlessly, unable to keep his hands off your body. His fingers continue their relentless assault on your most intimate places while his mouth remains buried between your thighs, lapping at your essence like a man starved. "Don't be ashamed," he continues huskily, nuzzling into your leg. "I want to see how beautiful you look when you're lost in pleasure."

Aiden freezes for a moment as their gazes meet, his fingers still buried deep inside you. The intensity of your red eyes seems to burn through him, making it impossible not to react. Heat rushes into his face, spreading across his neck and chest as he realizes what he's done.

For a long moment, neither of you move or speak; all that can be heard is the sound of your labored breathing and the wet, greedy noises coming from between your legs.

"Lunar Blade," Aiden whispers, his voice hoarse with desire, "you are exquisite." He leans in closer, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before looking up at you through hooded eyes. "Please," he says, his voice rough and demanding, "let me see more of you."

His fingers begin moving again, faster and harder as he brings you ever closer to the edge.