A moment passes. Then Scyelen stops resisting the urge to dispel her raiment. It folds out of reality (the retreating metallic c-string releases a flood of juices) and she wiggles more firmly against the goo.
"It doesn't have to be the most fun thing!" she says with a blushing smile. "That's the beauty of it. The most fun thing is being put where I'm wanted."
Her eyes go distant for a moment, and she shivers.
"The thing I liked most, I think, was... my internal experiences not mattering to them being a good thing. All the things I was scared of, at first... those fears were baseless because they treated me like an object, made me feel good things not because they wanted me to feel good but because that was just the kind of object I was. There was no point being proven or emotion being expected of me. My body was into it, so nothing else mattered. It was... freeing, the way being alone with some really good porn and plenty of time, is, except I was the porn..."
Where was she going with this?
(Her body is still in pain, from the dead lump in her womb, but its low-key. She's very aroused, nearly on edge already.)