"Our lord will use wizardry to illustrate the mathematical concepts involved.  But the primary focus would be on getting the fresh meat to understand what it even means that an N-spherical radiance tends to diminish in strength as the (N-1)th power of its radius, when before they've always been lazy sluts who just willed their magic to do intuitive things on their primitive little planets.  Are you a lazy slut?"

This does not seem like what Opalyn is after at all. She already knows the math, she wants to learn the wizardry.

"What about 'Highly Advanced Wizardry 101 for Beginners'? What's that about?"

Possibly this is... exactly what she wants?

"Taking less lazy sluts who have previously received inadequate educations of varying deficiencies, and retraining them into people who will make a lot of trouble for some government as soon as they find a way out of prison."

    "Mistress, I don't think you were supposed to say the quiet part out loud."

"That sounds perfect! When can I start?"

     "I don't think you should have said that out loud either."

The secretary absentmindedly slaps the blonde to her left--it sounds quite loud, though the blonde doesn't make a sound--and with her other hand consults her paper sheet again.  "Our lord should be finishing up 'Elementary Mathematics for Masochists' shortly, and by the schedule 'Highly Advanced Wizardry 101' will start after that.  He tends to arrange for the next class to arrive as the previous class is... finishing.  You'll need a school uniform, of course."

      "Though you could also just walk in as you are and accept the punishment for it--"

(Slap.)

"What's the school uniform, where do I get one, what does it cost, and how much trouble do I get in if I don't have one?"

"You go through that door," she points a finger, "put your normal clothing in a auto-rekeying locker that locks on to your belt, go through the next door, and receive clothing that has been deemed appropriate to you and your class.  On your way back out, you'll throw that clothing in a used heap," if you still have any clothing left when the class ends, she doesn't say, "and pick up your own clothing on your next step out."

"Our lord's agreement with Facility suspends a number of the usual rules within his Tower, so don't worry if you're given more clothing than you've paid to be allowed to wear."

This seems... fine, actually?

Opalyn has very little modesty, so even if the new outfit is something ridiculous, she'll be fine. She feels cheerful about this. She notices that the question about punishment was not actually answered, but it doesn't matter.

"All right. Thank you for your help!"

And she starts toward the indicated door.

Have a cheerfully illuminated magical locker room!

Opalyn wonders if the school uniform is going to involve heavy black eyeliner, a choker necklace, a black mesh body stocking, and maybe a bunch of unnecessary straps and chrome D-rings? What about thigh-high black boots with a surprising number of buckles? She did have a goth phase, she knows how to do this!

What she does not know how to do is use these lockers. As she strips off the Jasmine outfit, can she actually figure out where to put it and how to lock it, or will she have to go back out and beg the welcoming committee for help?

There's a nicely clear place to put your hand, on each closed locker-door.  Brightly illuminated with the outline of a hand, even, on some of the doors; other doors have fainter illumination of the same outline, in blue instead of yellow.

They're numbered from 1 to 60.

She'll take number 42, if that one has a brightly illuminated hand print on it; if she can't have that, she'll just increment until she finds the next available one. She places her hand on the handprint. Does it open?

If it does, she stuffs her clothing inside, closes the door, and heads through the next door in search of her uniform.

42 opens!

After she exits, the door shuts behind her naked form with a rather ominous sort of clang and clearly audible locking sound.

As the door locks, the tingling on her nipples gets stronger.

In this room is a slightly transparent man with his feet up on a slightly transparent desk, apparently reading a book.  He looks up as Opalyn enters.

"Your belt's not in our system.  You new?"

Opalyn wears a winning smile, as that's all she's got, and stands boldly. Her nipples are doing that too, nothing to be done about that.

"Yup! Here for 'Highly Advanced Wizardry 101 for Beginners!' and I need a uniform!"

... why is the man slightly transparent? That's weird.

He gives her a long, measuring, not un-appreciative look, and then reaches over to some apparently invisible object and punches a few buttons.  "Raise your arms over your head, spread your thighs, arch your back, and hold still for the scanner."

Wow. Okay. Sure, why not? Presumably this is actually necessary for the uniform fitting and is not just this guy messing with her?

Opalyn's new body really is pretty great compared to her previous one, and she doesn't actually mind the stretch. She does as instructed.

A red scanning line starts to crawl up her body.  It stings and crackles a bit as it touches.

Opalyn strongly suspects that Eldrida has other ways of uniform-fitting that do not involve sexual sadism?

But why would she want to learn wizardry a different way when this is available

The red scanning line has not actually reached her midsection yet but she's already tensing in anticipation.

The stinging and crackling will continue.  Does morale improve?

(Yes.)

Opalyn lets out a tiny squeak as the red scanning line passes her center, but holds the position throughout the rest of the sweep.

It doesn't spare her nipples, but it does cut out as it touches her collar.

The guy is now pulling several levers and turns invisible dials, on machinery that Opalyn cannot see at all, until two holograms materialize--looking more stylized and more transparent than the ghostly guy himself; they don't look like they're being projected from the same space.

"Left or right?" he says.

These are the school uniforms? Really? Opalyn should have predicted this.

"Left!" she says cheerfully. She likes the stockings, and does not especially feel that baring one's sternum is extra sexy.

"ETA five time intervals."  The word he uses for time-interval is previously unheard but the translation field makes it feel like one of those is maybe three-quarters of a minute.

"So... why are you transparent? Are you a hologram or something?"