Okay, so that just happened.

First things first: write it down in the Sexy Abduction Dream Journal, framed as a Sexy Abduction Dream, which it basically is.

She heads back to her room, attentive to further unexplained phenomena and especially to anything that suggests a course of action, such as the literal and gestural shushing which have already conveyed "don't tell anyone about this".

No, nothing more happens just yet. She can savor the anticipation for now.

She jots down her notes about mirror ink and then rereads them thoughtfully.

So, this could be the first move in a long game, but she doesn't think so. All the Sexy Abduction Dreams have had a pretty short timeline from first overt supernatural phenomenon to removal from normal life. That could just be the necessity of fitting things into a one-night timeline, but dreams can feel longer than that. Therefore she should assume she's being told to, figuratively speaking, pack for her trip to Selunia. (Sorry, Selunia, even though you might still be just a normal university, you have become a euphemism for Sexy Abduction.)

The obvious thing to do in this scenario is... pack for her trip to Selunia. Just as though she got the call a more normal way. Think it through, just to be sure: in the worst case, if this turns out to be nothing or a much slower-rolled sexy abduction than she predicted, and Selunia turns out to be innocent, then she ends up having lied to her parents for no reason and when the real call comes she takes it and goes to Selunia while waiting for the Sexy Abductor to sort themselves out, and maybe has to cover for the lie by claiming she got prank-called by an impostor. If it's a slow-rolled sexy abduction and Selunia is not innocent then she might be rudely pushing the Sexy Abductor's timeline forward by calling on their excuse too early, which they may not appreciate, so she should give them a chance to stop her first. But if she's right about the timeline, then whether innocent or not Selunia really is the perfect cover; and if Selunia is not innocent and the timeline is short then presumably the Sexy Abductor would end up mind-controlling her parents to believe she told them she was being called, which seems pointless when she can just do it herself and save everyone the trouble. Heck, even if Selunia is innocent, the Sexy Abductor would have to be a fool not to mind-control her parents into thinking she went there anyway. The cover is just too good.

She closes and pockets her Sexy Abduction Dream Journal, which should not leave her person again while she's still anticipating imminent Sexy Abduction, because it would be rude to leave that kind of loose end for her captor to clean up. She goes back to the bathroom mirror, as the only point of verified contact; it seems really likely that the Abductor can read her mind, but it wouldn't do to assume it.

Now, how best to ask the question? She studies her reflection with a slight frown. She's so unprepared for this situation, it's terrible. Then again there would definitely be some loss to the Sexy Abduction premise if she got to spend several months studying her abductor ahead of time to formulate an approach. No, focus...

In a coffee shop across town, Sable very nearly falls out of her chair.

She did not expect her sexy abduction victim to cooperate this thoroughly.

Wow. Honestly this girl is kind of perfect for this?

Okay focus what's the best way to communicate approval of this plan quickly?

Quick quick she's heading to the bathroom—

Ah! That's it.

As Esme looks into the mirror, ink starts running down her reflection's face, before collecting in mirror-Esme's hand and then solidifying into a Selunia tote bag. Mirror-Esme holds up the bag and gives real Esme a nod.

Oh good!

She grins and gives her reflection a little wave, then heads out. At this time of day, her mother is probably just starting her morning swim; she tries the pool first.

Got it in one.

She pauses between laps when she sees her daughter waiting by the poolside. "What is it, dear?"

"I got the call from Selunia!" she says, bouncing on her toes with undisguised delight.

"Oh, wonderful! Do you need any help packing?"

"You know me. Help would just get in the way."

"Just as long as you don't forget your goodbye hug."

"Last item on the checklist," she promises.

And back to her room to get started. She does, of course, already have a "pack for Selunia" checklist, but it wasn't written with Sexy Abduction in mind so she sits down to make a few edits before she starts putting things in suitcases.

Goodness. She's really very convenient, isn't she? Truly excellent sexy abduction victim, ten out of ten, would abduct again.

After several hours with a break for lunch, she swings by her mother's reading room to check off "goodbye hug", then rolls her suitcases out the door: a huge bulky one in one hand, a smaller compact one in the other. The family chauffeur asks if she needs a lift anywhere and she waves him off. This morning's walk was probably going to be in the farther of the two nearby parks, so she heads there in case her Sexy Abductor has made any preparations that relied on that plan.

Along the way she is thinking about expectation management.

She shouldn't get too caught up in assuming she knows what this person is about just from their delightful dream messages and overall very polite and collaborative abduction approach. If she starts spinning wild fantasies only to be disappointed later, that's just going to be upsetting for her and annoying for her captor who has not asked to be pedestalized ahead of time. She should be prepared to have a difficult time without making it anyone else's problem, and to adapt to many possible scenarios without demanding a lot of guidance but also without making unwarranted assumptions that might need correcting. Adaptability on short timescales in low-information environments is not her strongest suit, but that's fine, it just means she needs to apply herself. She's good at applying herself.

Also it's a lovely afternoon in the park.

Goodness. Maximally convenient kidnap victim. Yes, Sable is in fact trying to be exactly the polite and collaborative abductor she's presented herself as, but not having as high of expectations in case she fucks up is quite helpful. Even weird demonic godlings can make mistakes. Quite easily, in fact.

Midway through the very nice walk in the park, Esme finds her body is no longer hers to control. She turns off her route, walking toward a secluded copse. Once she's fully and thoroughly out of sight, a tree turns out to have an elegant door growing in the wood. She opens the door.

It's full of stars and swirling ink.

She passes through and blacks out.

Esme really did a lot of the work for her, here. Sable doesn't have nearly as much to do as she expected. A quick portal jaunt back to Esme's parents' house, and she enchants them and her school friends to gradually think less and less about Esme, to not worry about keeping in touch, it's okay, Esme's busy with her prestigious scholarship. Within a week, nobody Esme knew will think about her unprompted at all, and there will be no one but Sable and Esme to prompt them.

Absurdly convenient girl.

Okay, back to her Realm.

When Esme wakes up, she's lying atop an exquisitely comfortable four-poster bed, the purpleheart wood finely carved. The canopy and curtains are made of elaborate and delicate-looking lace. Luxuriously soft rugs in floral patterns cover the stone floor, and richly detailed tapestries depicting impossible geometries hang from the walls, somehow realer than any textbook depiction of a multidimensional figure ever was, mindbending to look at too long. The walls and floor themselves are a curious black stone reminiscent of onyx but shimmering faintly in silvery-purple, seemingly carved or grown of a single piece, and engraved with subtle, fractal patterns, fine enough to be unnoticeable without close inspection.

A pair of ornate purpleheart wardrobes stand at the far end of the room, a full-length mirror on a matching wooden stand between them, and if inspected prove to have plenty of room for all her clothes.

On the wall to her left, as she lies in bed, is an imposing door that does not open. Across from the bed, to the right of the wardrobes, is another door that does open. On the wall to her right is a large window, looking out upon an alien landscape. The sky is a deep purple, spotted with pink clouds, and studded with twinkling stars in every color of the rainbow and more besides. The moon glows radiantly, lighting the whole landscape, though the sky itself seems to provide some inexplicable illumination as well. Hundreds of feet below her room, an ocean of ink washes gently against a gemsand beach, amethyst and rose quartz swirling through each other. Distant islands can be seen in the ocean, dotted with trees in purples and reds and pinks.

To one side of the window is a gorgeous wooden desk, purpleheart with swirling sugar maple inlay, with plenty of drawers, and shelves overtop.

"Somebody really went all-out," she remarks as she sits up and looks around. These are not her pajamas she's wearing and that is hot, but before she examines that question too deeply she wants to check out the room.

Her Sexy Abductions Dream Journal is on her nightstand, which is a lovely touch; her suitcases and backpack are over by the wardrobes, and her backpack doesn't look deflated so her best guess is that she's been left to unpack her stuff herself, which she appreciates. The pile of clothes on top of the biggest suitcase seems at a glance to be a full inventory of everything she was wearing when she got here, though she can't see from this angle if it includes her underwear down, girl.

By the fact that her coat is hanging next to the door on the left, she deduces it leads outside, so she heads for the other one to see if it opens and if so what's behind it.

Behind this door is a luxuriously-appointed bathroom. Another window, a wall-filling mirror over the sink, plenty of counter space on either side of the sink for any supplies, a frankly enormous bathtub of polished amethyst, a shower curtain that can be pulled closed around the tub, and a detachable showerhead that looks to be one of those fancy multi-function kinds. There also seems to be an extra tap on the bathtub that has an engraved icon of bubbles on it. All the taps and pipes seem to be a gleaming, silvery metal.

A little cupboard to one side holds exquisitely soft and absorbent-seeming towels, lovely washcloths, and some cute hand towels as well, all in a matching purple.