She is sure taking note of that fancy showerhead again, not the time. Though she does endorse taking a moment to admire her new pajamas in the mirror.

Well, that sure seems to be a cute little lacy negligee in translucent purple. It has built-in support, and she doesn't appear to be wearing a separate bra. Her panties seem to have been replaced with a matching lacy purple set. All of this seems to be silk, on further inspection, as well.

Cute and hot! She's so pleased with her Sexy Abduction experience thus far.

Next up, the window seat. She wants to sit in it and take a good look out at the view.

There are subtle cushions in the window seat, and just enough space to lounge cozily and admire the view.

Outside, the stars really do seem to be in every color she's ever seen, and several she hasn't. They twinkle cheerfully in the purple sky, adding enough illumination alongside the moon that it's nearly as bright as day.

The moon seems to hang lower in the sky than she's used to, huge and full and gleaming, spilling gentle moonlight across the land. It looks like the same moon, though.

Far below, the beach is made of swirling, sparkling gemsand, amethyst and rose quartz. The ocean seems to be the same color of ink her reflection dripped with, earlier, and faintly iridescent in the moonlight. 

Everything about the landscape just drips with "cozy-dark".

If everything about this Sexy Abduction continues to be so charming she's going to have a hard time managing her expectations. Oh well, let no one accuse her of asking for her Sexy Abductions to be easy.

There is a sudden voice from behind her, a playful purr.

"What if your spooky captor aspires to live up to both your spookiest and most luxurious expectations?"

Standing near the door is a tall, blonde woman. Pointed purple horns curve up from her head, hinting at the shape of the crescent moon. Her face is sultry and warm, with soft lips and a delicate nose. Her eyes are a bright, vivid purple, with pie-cut pupils.

She's wearing a swooshy, black sundress with a lace-up bodice that shows off her cleavage over a pair of simple black flats.

A spade-tipped tail pokes out from the knee-length hem of the dress, and a handful of tentacles curl behind her back.

"You're doing a great job so far, I have to say."

'Spookiest and most luxurious' has some implications, as a pair of adjectives to name here. (Is it impolite to stare at the tentacles? She may be staring at the tentacles. Discreetly, but odds are this person can read her mind, so...) She actually had not been expecting a purple goth fairy tale castle at all, so her most luxurious expectations are already being wildly exceeded. Her spookiest expectations can get pretty damn spooky, but then, she's talking to the author behind all the lovely things she's written in her Sexy Abductions Dream Journal, so she has every confidence her spooky captor will be able to deliver. And there is, notably, not anything in that short list that implies her captor is planning to be nice. This is an abduction, not a date. She reminds herself again to be adaptable.

Staring at the tentacles is fine as long as it's not horrified staring. Admiring or lewd staring might even get a grin.

Spooky captor steps closer, hips swaying. "I'm pleased to impress. And there's no reason I can't steal the best parts of abductions and dates to make my own new better thing, is there? I find your thoughts on collaboration and enjoying the horrors thoroughly delightful, and your cooperation this morning was a marvelous surprise."

By the time she finishes her reply, she's crossed the room, her right hand rising to caress Esme's cheek, tentacles arcing forward just a bit.

(So that's a yes on the mindreading. Cool, cool. Hot.)

"Was it really that surprising? It seemed perfectly logical to me."

Stealing the best parts of abductions and dates sounds like a great idea she does not know this person and should be managing her expectations until she does. No matter how hot they keep being.

It giggles. "Well, to be completely honest, this is my first time abducting anyone. All I had to go on was human media, what I could see in your mind, and a few other powers assuring me that kidnapping you would be a great idea. I kept trying to temper my expectations, you see. But here you are, exceeding them."

Its thumb brushes gently against Esme's cheek, and the tentacles curl a bit closer to her.

"I suppose I should introduce myself. Sable Luna, ink-themed and moon-empowered demoness, gradually growing in power, trying to benevolently meddle in human progress, enjoyer of sexy horrors. She/it, if I want to take advantage of humanity's adorable recent habit of providing pronouns during introductions."

Oh, no, her Sexy Abductor is adorable. She was not prepared for this.

"And I'm Esme, but you already knew that." And, come to think of it, probably also knows about her secret dream name from her secret dream life that she's never told anyone about. That's honestly pretty weird. A lifelong habit of never openly acknowledging something can be a powerful thing, turns out. "I would definitely consider myself an enjoyer of your sexy horrors."

She may be leaning into Sable's hand a little. This is probably a homegrown response, but it's hot to imagine it might not be.

"I do in fact know that, as well as the secret dream name," she replies with a contented grin. "I also know a few fun tidbits about your past life, but those will keep. More fun to focus on sexy horrors and cozy collaboration for now, I expect."

Sable's tentacles wrap around Esme's back and hold her close, gently warm to the touch and very soft.

And since Esme is having such fun imagining the coziness being magically encouraged, Sable adds a subtle, barely-noticeable mental nudge to lean further into her embrace.

"You know, this sexy abduction has been much less violent than advertised, and yet I can't find it in myself to complain." As much fun as tentacle rape and other assorted horrors from the sexy abduction compendium are, ambiguously mind-controlled tentacuddles are just so sweet. It really sets a mood. "What kind of collaboration are you thinking of, exactly?" Sexy mind-controlled secretary? Is it sexy mind-controlled secretary? Sexy mind-controlled secretary to powerful benevolent inky moon demon? She reminds herself once again to manage her expectations.

"The violence can come after we've got you settled in and talked about how much accompanying mind control or other mental magics would make it most enjoyable," she teases. "And yes, I am in fact envisioning a sexy mind-controlled secretary who helps me plan my meddling and organize all the information I've collected in doing so. Also, if you'd like to actually study anything, I know a fair bit about the arts, very nearly everything about programming and electrical engineering and mechanical engineering, far too much about biology, and an assortment of otherworldly knowledge. I can actually back up the claims I made with the Selunia cover."

"I would love to be your sexy mind-controlled secretary and/or student." Oh good, she wasn't using an innocent normal university as cover for her sexy abduction. That would've been awkward. "Please tell me all about your meddling. Not necessarily right now, I'm going to want to take notes and I would be so distracted from my notes by the lovely mildly threatening snuggles."

"Wonderful," it purrs. "We can get into detailed analysis of the meddling later, then. Also, if there are any supplies or clothes or such that you'd like, my control of my domain is fairly absolute, including the ability to conjure things. You may be noticing a theme here, in fact: while I certainly can keep you here by force, it's so much more fun for us both if I make good use of your talents, and make sure you like all the sexily horrifying things that happen to you, via a mixture of luxury, mind control, and kink integration. Then the very sturdy gilded cage can just be mildly-threatening ambience."

"It's such good mildly threatening ambiance!"

"Oh good. Also, you should probably know that I can offer you a deal for three wishes in exchange for your soul, if you're interested. There are some limitations on the wishes, because I'm not omnipotent, and they need to be specified up front, but they're pretty open-ended. The only results of my owning your soul are that I could examine it, trivially use all my powers on you from any distance, and guarantee that you come here if you ever die."

"Then we should talk about what makes a good wish after you've caught me up on your plans and capabilities." Obviously Sable could have her soul for the asking, but if there's any benefit to efficacy from wishing for something then Esme had better spend a good long while thinking through her wishes, that's just common sense.

She nods and runs her fingers gently through Esme's hair. "Clever and careful and thoughtful. You're such a delight. It's going to be so fun to delicately integrate kinks for the various horrors into your existing desires. I bet you'll have delicious reactions if I let you feel the process as it's happening."

Well now she's bouncing excitedly, even though this makes petting her more difficult.

"Ink and madness, you're even more adorable in person. It's a good things demons can't die of cuteness overload."

"I feel like by kidnapping me you're implicitly taking responsibility for the consequences of experiencing my adorableness."

"Oh absolutely. That would be such a silly way to die, underestimating your cuteness and collapsing from the overload. It would be entirely my fault, though."

"Glad to know we're in agreement here." (Charming banter aside, if Sable had pushed back on that, Esme would've had to do a whole lot of expectation management about how well this is going to go. But also the charming banter is really fun.)