January 1st. That’s the day admittance to Wintermoor is permitted. In every mage guild in every city across the earthly Plane is host to a gate to Wintermoor, it’s one of the few institutions that teach magic after all, they kinda have to. The fee for entry is steep, the cost of staying is even higher, and not entirely monetarily either. You’ve heard stories...
Note: Due to numerous requests, pictures of some of the main characters can be found here: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Pictures.407721 Pink Rose Academy is one of the most prestigious private schools for girls in the country. Established over a century ago, it has long been a place where the very wealthy sent their daughters for education and preparation for c...
The world has a 50/50 split of Futanari and regular women, Males do not exist. Futanari are women who have a penis, though they themselves can be split into two genders, Pure and Hybrid. Pure Futanari are women who do not have a vagina. They are the rarest of the genders, only making up 15% of humanity. They are usually taller, and have the capacity for more...
Ned was lounging at the pool deck of the Master Facility. He had finished a three day coaching tune-up marathon with four different senior students at their facility and left that place before anymore last minute requests could be made. He was scanning the pool deck full of exposed flesh when a woman dressed in a well-fit business suit was escorted from the...
Krista looked up from her computer. Her office atop the high-rise headquarters of her business had a great downtown view. She paused to scan the skyline. She was knee deep in things to do: hedging the commodities market to control a key rare earth metal, reviewing and rejecting another buyout offer, re-arranging her schedule to attend an emergency Total Woma...
"My name is Hana Al-Zaghab," said the short, curvy, Hijab-wearing young Arab woman, smiling faintly. Ottawa Police Constable Rupert James Sherman nodded gently, and noted this on his pad. In spite of the ordeal she'd just gone through, as evidenced by her bruised face, the young woman looked sturdy and dignified. Attacks on racial minorities, especially Musl...
"Finally, happy eighteenth birthday to Jason Jones and Valerie Arians. Have a wonderful day Albright Academy." Ashleigh Miller lifted her hand from the mic cue and sighed. She took a step back and walked over to the table holding twin bingo machines that sat in the corner of the school office. Kneeling down, she opened the cabinet tucked underneath and pulle...
Ned entered his residence suite to the sound of running water in the bathroom. Inside the steamy room, he saw that someone was using his shower. Her hands vigorously scrubbed around a head and hair covered in shampoo suds. With her eyes closed against the soapsuds and the drumming water masking outside sounds, she made no sign of noticing Ned's presence. Tur...
"There are lots of black folks in Brazil, Miss Kensington, in fact, people of color actually outnumber Caucasians in my homeland," Marcelao Romano said evenly, maintaining his composure as he locked eyes with Stacey Kensington, professor of African Studies at Carleton University. The blonde, steely-eyed professor flashed him the placating smile that white fo...
Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor's Requested Scenario, TWA Security's Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC's) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Ne...