Mmmmm. Being held and petted and gently fucked feels very nice, but being loved feels even nicer.

"You're very pretty," she mumbles into Sable's shoulder, remembering the way Sable's mind felt. It wasn't an experience that translates to any of her normal senses—she's having trouble even translating it into her normal thoughts, given what was happening to her mind at the time—but she feels that 'pretty' is the right word nonetheless.

It squeezes her warmly and continues petting and gently fucking. "So are you, my lovely darling," it coos. "So are you. Ink and madness... Your mind, during that, was just beautiful to watch. I was downright basking in you."

"Oh good! Very important to be a pleasing sexy kidnap victim." Nuzzle.

"Incredibly pleasing and astoundingly sexy kidnap victim," it replies, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I didn't know kidnap victims came this pleasing and sexy."

It squeezes her and holds her and pets her and adores her. "How in the void am I this lucky?"

"I feel like I'm the lucky one, here!" She gets to be fucked in ways her mortal mind cannot fully comprehend, and she gets cuddles afterward? Best eldritch demon abductor.

She giggles. "Ah, but see most people wouldn't want my possessive streak, or the telepathy I need to make sure they aren't planning to reveal me to the world, or the sexy horrors, or the mildly threatening gilded cage. Finding a girl who's extremely into all that is pretty special too." She shakes her head, smiling happily.

"If we both think we're fabulously lucky, clearly something's going very right."

"Once again," she kisses Sable's shoulder, "we are in agreement."

It siiiiiighs happily and squeezes Esme warmly.

"My Esme. My wonderful, precious, delightful Esme. Keeeeeping you."

It runs its hands and tentacles along her back in a gentle caress. 

All the sticky mess from earlier quietly vanishes as they snuggle.

"I am so very glad to be kept." Cozy nuzzle.

Okay, she feels... mostly like her brain has resumed fitting into her skull. If Sable has any immediate plans for her, of course those should take precedence, but in the absence of any such plans... "What do you say to letting me take a shower, get dressed, have some sort of breakfast, and unpack my stationery, and then I can start taking notes on your capabilities, plans, and accomplishments?"

Sable's immediate plans were "cuddlefuck her until her brain is working properly," so if she thinks she's good, then that's done.

"I like that plan! Shall I rifle through your memories for breakfast preferences and put together a spread?"

"Please do!" She kisses her on the cheek.

Sable beams giddily, kisses Esme's forehead, and sets her gently on her feet, bereft of tentacles. Off she goes to vanish through a swirling, black-violet portal with a wave. Time to make breakfast!

Alas to be bereft of tentacles!

She stretches, opens up her biggest suitcase, and sets about her morning routine. Does being kidnapped by a magical ink demon with sexy healing powers mean she doesn't need to brush her teeth anymore? Well she's doing it anyway. Various toiletries are unpacked, a luxurious bathing experience is had, and she pulls out her first prepared outfit: a cute knee-length dress with a pattern of overlapping flower petals in pink and purple and blue, with matching pale pink bra-and-underwear set, and knee-high white socks with lacy trim. She takes a moment to admire the tiny pink ribbon bows in the mirror before she puts on the dress, then goes back to her luggage to start unpacking stationery into that lovely desk.

And that's when Sable returns — through the door this time, even!

She looks different, though. Still horns and violet eyes and pie-cut pupils and tail and tentacles, but now with violet hair, a little bit shorter (more like 5'7" than the 6'1" she was earlier), a bit bustier, slightly rounder face.

"Unpacking, I see. You look absolutely adorable," she greets Esme. "Oh, by the way, did I give you enough room for everything?"

"Mhm!" she says cheerfully. "Nice hair, I love the colour!"

"Thank you! It's one of my favorite colors. I think if I had to stick to only one appearance, I'd probably pick this hair color."

It offers her a hand. "Would you like a tour of the rest of this floor of the tower on the way to breakfast?"

"Absolutely!" she says, taking Sable's hand.

Sable leads the way out the door that previously would not open, revealing a hallway, with a spiral staircase several meters away to the left, a pretty balcony to the right, and another door across the hall.

"That's the central staircase to reach everything, and I can give you a tour of the rest of the tower after we eat. I expect you'll quite like the library," she explains with a smile. "After this morning, and how much I've read your mind and your reactions, I trust you and love you enough that you've got the run of the tower, so your door is unlocked now, and I've moved your suite up here to my floor."

Then she points at the door across from them. "That's the door to my suite, and where we're going next."

"Awwww! I want to make a joke about how I'm disappointed not to be locked in but I'm too charmed by being put on your floor to muster the appropriate mock-disappointment." And being given the run of the place does make her feel like she has been a successful kidnap victim. If she's doing her job right it should be obvious that she can be trusted with privileges!

Sable snugs Esme close and kisses her cheek, then leads the way into her suite. The first room features luxurious couches and sofas in reds and purples, a pillow pit in the middle with discreet hardpoints on the edges, a large media center on a wall, a cozy fireplace, and a spacious balcony overlooking the ocean. The room is big enough to really showcase the tower's circular floor-plan, the left and right walls curving noticeably.

"This is the lounge, for casual relaxation. Hasn't seen that much use, because I haven't invited people up here before, really."

"If only there were five of me, we could have a cuddlepile."

Well that's a tempting thought.

One thing thing Esme might notice about Sable is that when she's not trying to pretend to be a human, she blushes lavender-violet rather than pink.

She tilts her head thoughtfully.

Huh. She hadn't thought about that before, but maybe it's possible? Be a lot of work, though. 

"Something for later, if it's possible at all. For now I'm very delighted with the one Esme I have."

"Me too!"