{Serilla}
Serilla walked into the dining hall with her usual entourage trailing behind her like she was royalty.
Marcus, a tall noble with brown hair and a sharp jawline, threw an arm around her shoulders. She let him, leaning into the warmth.
"There's our queen," he said, grinning down at her.
"Obviously." Serilla kissed his cheek, tasting the faint hint of cologne. "Did you finish the essay for Valemont's class?"
"With your notes? Easiest assignment all year."
They reached her usual table near the center of the hall where everyone could see her.
Serilla sat down, spreading her legs slightly as she got comfortable, and immediately two girls flanked her. Beatrice, a blonde with big tits, and Celine, a redhead with freckles dotting her nose and cheeks.
Both leaned in for kisses. Serilla obliged, pressing her lips to Beatrice's first, then Celine's, letting her tongue slip just enough to make Celine's breath hitch.
