"Multipresence.  Can you imagine how bored I'd be, if I just sat around in this one room waiting for the rare occasions that some new sorceress has to be fitted for a lewd outfit for some single archwizard's classes?"

"Do you just work for Morbledainen, or do you have lots of other bosses?"

Opalyn continues to be desperate for any hints about how people organize themselves in Eldrida, in the Facility, or at all.

"I'm Facility personnel.  Morbledainen isn't my boss, that's a manager named Shilla you have no reason to ever meet.  There's eight people in my office section, and when some prisoner needs to be fitted toward a standard, whoever isn't already elsewhere gets partially materialized to there."

This fitting process seems like it's going to take about ten minutes total. The Facility doesn't really have "daytime" and "nighttime" so they're presumably working around the clock. Using earth-standard notions of stamina, each person can work about 25% of the time, so it sounds like there are two people on duty at any given time. That suggests a throughput of something like 12 prisoner-fittings per Earth hour.

That is not actually shedding a lot of light on anything, without knowing the total population of the Facility. She'll just file it away for now.

"Are the lewd dramatic fittings your favorite?" Opalyn asks in a tone meant to imply that she already knows they are.

"I'd take lewd over lewd dramatic, actually.  The lewd ones just make interesting sounds.  The lewd dramatic ones sometimes break down crying and you never know what it means or whether it's real."

Legit! Opalyn is also frustrated by how illegible people can be around here! They play all kinds of games with words and they're coy and being upset is good and being calm is bad! It's very disorienting! But she has more dignity than to vent to this guy who's just here to give her a uniform. There's no reason to offload her emotions onto him.

"Makes sense."

Opalyn wonders if she would have liked just-lewd prison better, if that had been offered to her as an option.

She waits peaceably for her uniform.

Soon enough, a hole in space opens up before the transparent desk--looking even more interesting to Opalyn's magic-sight than to her eyes--and plops some neatly folded clothing into a heap on the floor.

Opalyn will squirm into the new uniform, wishing for a moment she could ask transparent guy for help with the fastenings in the back, and then realizing that he probably doesn't have corporeal presence here. She manages on her own.

She feels more exposed when dressed than she did when naked! This is probably intentional.

"I don't suppose you can conjure me a mirror?"

"Sort of."

He pushes some buttons and Opalyn can now see a slightly transparent mirror.

Opalyn checks herself out from several angles, including the awkward look-over-your-own-shoulder-to-try-to-see-your-ass-in-the-mirror angle, and is pleased with what she sees. It was awfully kind of whatever forces dropped her into Eldrida to drop her not just into a powerful sorceress body, but into a powerful HOT sorceress body!

She's feeling ready to conquer some wizardry!

(Maybe these school uniforms have some benefits after all.)

Just to be clear, when she selected the 'left' outfit that showed less sternum, she did get one with a noticeably shorter microskirt.  It's hard to be sure from this angle, but it's possible that Opalyn's ass is sort of... vulnerable... even if she never at any point bends over slightly.

Indeed! This skirt is a few inches above C level!

"Move along."  The transparent guy waves in the approximate direction of not quite at the door behind him.

First day of school jitters suddenly hit.

What is Opalyn going to see when she goes through that door? Will she get the information she's looking for? Will her shifty explanations about her background come into question? ... What actually is up with these uniforms? Presumably Morbledainen's just a perv who likes to look at pretty things while he teaches? That's fine, lots of people are pervs, Opalyn included.

Opalyn takes a breath and goes through the door.

She can maybe notice it, now, the slight jolt as she passes through the 2-dimensional seam where one 3-dimensional space has been skillfully glued onto another.

And then she's in a classroom, with some people dressed similarly to her own black latex-like-material, settling into their sort-of-school-desks or standing to talk with each other.  Other women are dressed differently, in loose white cloth; those are picking up their books from their own desks, getting out of bondage ropes with some assistance, or in two cases tearfully rubbing not-overwhelmingly-concealed bottoms with red stripes across them.

Those of Opalyn's own sort (by clothing) are now turning to give her measured looks, even as she walks into the classroom.

Also the strong tingle at Opalyn's nipples has further strengthened into an ongoing stinging sensation.

Ow! Opalyn mentally sputters about the nipple stinging until she can adapt, but once it's been going on for ten seconds or so, it fades from the focus of her conscious awareness.

... What is up with the women in the loose white cloth. This is probably the previous class on the way out, but why are they dressed differently? Did they start out in black latex and switch partway through the class? Were they dressed like that the whole time? Why would there be different uniforms for different magical subjects?

Opalyn notices the caned bottoms with some interest and feels a tingle somewhere other than her nipples.

Opalyn is not entirely sure what to do with herself, now that she's taken in the situation. In other, more typical classrooms, she'd find a desk that was in the second row and sit down and pretend to be very interested in her textbook, but she doesn't have a textbook. (She had previously been carrying around a library book for signaling, but foolishly left it in her locker with her regular clothes.) Can she at least sit down in a desk, or is there some other obvious way of being uninteresting and unobtrusive?

The notion of what is "unobtrusive" depends on what's culturally normal!  For all Opalyn knows, if she goes into a corner and faces the corner, this will be considered very normal and nobody will look at her, while sitting down at a desk right away will cause everyone to stare at her!  This situation does not come with any obvious handbook for what will or won't cause additional attention to land on her.

There's definitely bondage equipment scattered around the classroom, if Opalyn's guess is that locking herself up in it will make her less obtrusive.

Point taken that "unobtrusive" is a social construct, but reducing her own optionality doesn't sound like the best choice unless there's overwhelming evidence for it.

There are at least six other students in the class that's about to start. What are they all doing? Whatever's the most common activity, can Opalyn attempt to blend in by also doing that?

The most common activity is talking to each other, and the second most common activity is sitting down at their desk and reviewing what look like ohmygosh those are WRITTEN NOTES on PAPER!

PAPER!

Opalyn approaches one of the note-reviewers, crouches low alongside her, and asks in a quiet voice, "Hi, I'm new here, can you tell me where can I get some writing materials so I can take notes?"

This is not an unobtrusive action but the overwhelming desire for auxiliary processing space takes priority.

"What's in it for me if I do?"

Sigh. The warm glow of having been kind and good?

"I'm not sure, what do you value that I might have?"

Opalyn is really going to have to figure out what the standard set of bargaining chips is around here because people are constantly wanting her to trade and she's got nothing.

"I suppose you could offer to take one punishment for me, the next time I'm one of the bottom-scoring students--"

"Don't fall for it," says a student at a nearby desk.  "They'll give you notepaper for free, you've just got to leave them in your locker when you go."