The portal flickers slightly oddly, and she appears against a featureless white floor with a series of glowing blue wards complimenting a spherical forcefield centered around her entry point.
Space warps slightly and a scanning beam and divinatory array peak out from subspace, looking for dangerous infections and contaminants. 

This would appear to be a portal trap. Excellent...? She doesn't feel chron spending yet, so hopefully it's not about to incinerate her. 

She casts a glance over her shoulder and verifies that the door is gone. 

The portal fades undisturbedly, whatever magic it uses not interfering with the normal operation of it. 
A simple text window appears before her.
Would you like to be dropped off at your original portal location or would you like to enjoy the facilities and orientation of the Starscape Bazaar?

"Starscape Bazaar, please."

She teleports into a vast hall, dozens and dozens of people flooding through them, moving from one shop to the next. A few hundred meters up you can see the flickering aurora of the wards upon this place, ghost-light not impeding the brilliant view of the stars above. 
The crowd is mostly humans, though a good fraction of them possess physical or magical abnormalities - a handful have ears reminiscent of elves, some have odd skin tones and eye shapes, and even extra arms and horns and gills. There's a handful of assorted aliens as well, ranging from conventionally humanoid to things merely in that rough shape. None of them seem to be much surprised by your appearance.
A handful of psychic probes and magical scans brush against your mind and defenses idly, looking out for threats and interesting customers relatively unobtrusively.
A knot of magic appears around her hand, telling her it can help her summon someone to orient her here, as the dialog said.

Thorn squees. Not only is this a super interesting world, it's easy! 

(There's a little pang of disappointment there too. An easy one. But oh well.) 

She could go for the guided tour and contact the powers that be faster, or she could dive in and get a better understanding of the world as it is. She picks the latter, setting off down the hall to have a better look at the shops.

The hall is perhaps three-quarters filled with fairly conventional earth shops - half-a-dozen fast food places, stands of books and fruit and souvenirs both themed around Earth and the Bazaar itself. Even so, you spot some magical oddities in them - low powered charms for good luck and mental focus amongst purely aesthetic ones and subtle rune work interwoven into many of the stalls and shops to help preserve and enhance the quality of there wares> 
The rest is... odd. 
One of the shops has an elaborate tapestry of superpowered heroes fighting, floating in a non-existent wind through some exotic material woven into them, hovering off a costume shop, another places is a little forest of psychically active crystals and there's a handful of intricately warded glass cases that seem to hold some fairly potent magic items strewn throughout the hall.
Just to the left of her is store shining with chrome and neon highlights of forcefields and metal showing of hundreds of different contraptions manufactured with the signature precision of a nanoforge.
There's even a handful of stalls that just have a desk and a person waiting behind them, and a small sign describing what service they offer.

The tech readings underestimated this place by a long shot. 

She wanders a shop or two to give herself time to watch a few people pay for things. How does it seem to work?

The shops seem to take a standard currency - scrip of some shining metamaterials, though she might notice a few people negotiating to pay in services rendered or alternative payment options.

The simple gold she's brought might be as valuable as modern-day aluminum, here. Then again, it's a very heavy element and therefore difficult to synthesize even in a nanoforge. Magic might change that though, which would explain the metamaterial currency. 

She considers for a long moment.

She crosses the space to a relatively quiet corner,  then snaps the mana-knot that should summon a guide. 

She snaps into existence next to you, and waves. "Hello traveller! How can I help you?"

She has the aura of a powerful mage, and tattoos of ludicrously dangerous dimensional magic written across her skin that somehow don't seem to be doing anything to the world around her.

Someone like this has seen stranger things than me. 

"Hello! I represent a multiversal trade consortium that's looking to establish ties with this dimension. Who should I be speaking to about that?" 

"I'm a suitable representative. Well, at least for Earth and a handful of other places around here." 
She smiles and space warps so she can shake her hand quickly. 
"I'm the Dimensioneer. You are...?"
"Anyways, you could you tell me what your trading consortium sells...?"

"I'm Thorn, and I represent the OTC. We trade in time, energy, information, lifespan, sacrifice and expertise. Also exotics from across many worlds. Everything ethically sourced, of course."

She raises her eyebrows at a few of those. "We'll have to double-check our definitions of ethical match each others, of course." She idly waves her hand and teleports them to a comfortable meeting room, and flops back onto a plush sofa. 
"Lifespan probably isn't that valuable to us - there are... relatively simple ways to extended most forms of life indefinitely through proper care - the personal magical medicine revolution is going fairly well, but..." She pauses. "What can you apply lifespan to? There's a bunch of bioanaylsts that would love the ability to extend the life of exotic beings that sort of thing is less applicable to, and we don't have widespread truly adequate stabilization care, so there would probably be a market for that here." 
"And I suppose I'd have to ask what you mean by "Energy"? There's a lot of different things that can mean here."
"And I'll throw in the same question about Sacrifice and Expertise." 
"Information is always good, though it really depends on the information you have to offer." 
"Time is really valuable to more or less everyone, though I know that I'm more free of that kind of concern then most,"
"I'm not qualified to analyze all exotics, of course, but I can take a look if you have some samples...?"
"And I suppose we can talk about what we can offer you afterwards."

Thorn takes a seat. "I don't have samples of our library of exotics physically on me; that would require a gate or teleport into your universe which I gather is closely controlled. This is a scouting mission. All I have on me is alloyed gold. As for the rest, all lifespan and so on is minted from volunteers for whom it is relatively unimportant. Sacrifice is primarily pain, and can be safely produced by any number of consensual activities. Energy is energy; electrical energy, mental fatigue, physical fatigue. The principle that keeps things moving and generates order in opposition of entropy. We have many high-powered, even "godlike" members on staff or as contractors; we pay for their time in a unified currency backed by "the combined expertise of OTC", all the things all our contractors can do. You can apply lifespan to anything biological."

"That doesn't really answer my question - How biological does it need to be to work? Can it be used for 'ressurections'? Is it in pure time to live or relative to normal lifespan?"
"Gating or teleporting in things isn't actually as closely controlled as you might think - the thing is that you used an unrecognized extradimensional portal that our systems didn't have enough time to be able to analyze to contents of it well enough to get a workable read - we don't mind extradimensional visitors but when the next 'visitor' could be say, a planet-busting bomb..."

"It doesn't work on dead things. It's absolute time and not a percentage. About 75% biological, really heavy augmentations can start to interfere. And it's fine; I understand the need to be cautious."

"Oh that will be lovely to have. "
She shivers excitedly.
"Oh, and I might as well ask: Does it have the same sort of problem with transubstantiated / partially spiritual organisms as it does with more conventional augmentations...? Oh, and how does it work with fissioning organisms?"

"Similar, don't know off the top of my head."

She nods.
"That's alright - I suppose we can always settle that in individualized negotiations."
"All of that should be useful though..." 
She sighs a little frustratedly. 
"There's probably only around... A million people who are genuinely going to be capable of participating on a personal level in this - the... 'metahuman community' here is relatively small fraction of the population of the planet are mages or psychics or 'mutants' of enough power to be of much relevance for this sort of trade deal. Mostly, we can offer large quantities of low grade exotic supplies and earth cultural material, and somewhat lesser supplies of the kind of powerful technology and magic and psychic abilities that you can see here in exchange for that sort of thing."

"There are a lot of Earths. Your culture will of course be unique, but it's perhaps of less value than you expected. We'll take what we can get; many planes are far lower-return than this one."

"I figured - I know it's valuable in space but... I'm far from unaware of that problem."
"I hope that we can work out some initial transactions to the benefits of all of us - getting past the basic investigatory steps and to the point where we can really have the full fledged trading is a nightmare even totally divorced from the usual logistics problems of travel - but... It seems like we both have a good deal that we could do for each other." 
She brushes her hair back, and smiles softly. 
"Is there anywhere you'd like to start for a deeper probe into what we can give...? I'm afraid there's no simple itemized listing of what we might be able to offer, but I can at least give you a guideline better then what the public net should be able to. Perhaps showing you around here...?"

"I learn best from experience. Give me the guided tour."

"Alright!"
She beams softly, and takes her hand gently. "Off we go!"

A standard college campus appears, then she teleports again into a central room filled with a workshops of magic, technology and psychic abilities all around them. The air is heavy with warding magic, and there's a huge quantity of lingering exotic energies everywhere. 
"This is Silver's school - He's a... 'god-like' mage, I suppose, though we've checked and he's actually a baseline mage, for whatever that's worth."
A listing pops up of a few hundred students. Many of them have metahuman abilities noted that would be tremendously valuable somewhere, at least in a fully realized state. Geokinesis, transmutation, permanent and merely lasting augmentations. A few of them are incredibly strong, but the average of them 'merely' capable combatants with some interesting utility that could support a small buisness somewhere. 
"There's a lot here. The temporal facilities are a favourite of mine~, but you should probably check out the students in more depth first." 
She laughs excitedly. 

"Do you mind if we send a couple more of me to interview students one-on-one?"

"That shouldn't be a problem!"

There's another teleportation, and a fancy restaurant appears around them, both of them sitting opposite each other on a nicely made mahogany tile. The walls shift constantly, the colors and play of the light ever shifting as they grow and shrink and shift and warp and twist mesmerizingly, giving an impression something like a kaleidoscope stuck in a region of complexly altered time and space. 
A marvelous scent of perfectly cooked meat wafts across the room, and a soft din of conversation can be heard slightly blurredly, just enough to filter out the precise meaning of the words and just leaving the impression of being tuned in without the sort of awareness of what is being said that you'd normally get from it, gentle wards keeping the privacy of the guests well while keeping the 'atmosphere' of the place flowing in a work of masterfully subtle spellwork. 
"This is the Evershifting Bistro. Astra runs this place, so I thought it'd be a nice place to visit a little."

"I see. You have magic this deep and complex and you use it to run a restaurant?"

"Why wouldn't you?" 
She laughs softly. 
"But actually it's... I think a quirk of this world, from what I've seen of others?" 
"The magic here is mostly Astra's, actually, and she's not actually that much of a mage. She's just..."
She tilts her head to the side a little. 
"A Talent."
"She subcommisioned a lot of it, but fundamentally... she doesn't have to be a good mage in order to get good results, or have some fancy bloodline power that lets her bypass the normal limits of this. She's just..." 
She trails off, wondering a little about how deep her translation convention really goes. 
"A Talented Restauranteur."

"You mean she has an Exaltation on the art of being a good restauranteur? It's something she does easier than breathing, that she can draw power from of a sort?" 

"An Exaltation...?" 
She's clearly not familiar with the word. 
"I guess the best way I can explain it is that she's supernaturally skilled at it - and that can manifest in... a lot of ways. Sometimes it'll be in just being able to put together exactly the right ink patterns to get the correct 'idea' of the magic, sometimes it means that the results that she gets from her food is unnatural, but she doesn't actually get... spiritual power from the exercise any more then anyone else would. For magic, it's mostly just a huge multiplier in effective skill, and for crafting it's generally a quality enhancement on the product in a way that transcends the normal standards of reality. But it's not..."
She trails off. 
"A path to power in-and-of-itself outside of the art itself, if that makes sense?"

"I guess that makes sense. It's like a specialization in her craft."

"In a sense~!"
She smiles a little timidly. 
"One of my favourite things about this place is that you can order pretty much anything that you can imagine. She's got access to some basic nanomanufacturing tech and an amazing sense for how different foods would work, so she can pretty much just take a description of what you want to experience and give you that. One of my favourites I think is the Cotton Candy-touched Steak - The contrast there is weirdly good and..."
"It's really really nice to just be able to indulge in your whims like that, and feel new things that you never thought could actually happen."
A holographic appears from the table and she quickly types in her order, before dismissing it. 
"And... it helps with the body dysphoria stuff to, for what's it's worth, having that sort of transcendental mastery of taste letting you feel it's taste rather then just... 'what your body reads out'."

"Body dysphoria? - oh, you haven't learned to make custom bodies yet?"

She wiggles her hand. 
"The methods to do it are... complicated. There's some progressive methods through developing of arcane power, and it's obviously possible to just gene fab a new body but we haven't figured out a particularily good way to really... make it work smoothly without requiring a lot of superpowers on the transferees side - there's a psychic and magical discipline that makes it easy enough, some metahuman powers that nullify the problem or at least make it easier, but getting a proper mapping to the brain and body and getting consistent sense profiles is something that we haven't really figured out." 
She sighs a little tiredly. 
"This is my optimal body, but..."
"There was a long long time - so long as to be uncountable for a temporal adventuress like me - that I just... flipped through different pasts, different iterations, different conceptions of me. Sometimes I wasn't even sexually a girl, sometimes it meant that I have a vastly different ancestry, and sometimes it just meant there were a few different mutations in my past that gives me a slightly different taste profile. It stabilized a few months back and...."
She shrugs. 
"I'm not too sure what to do about it - so many foods have these clashing memories that make it hard to just enjoy it as is, because it doesn't feel 'canonical' or 'original' or feels 'off' or something like that, even if this body has exactly the senses that I'd want in a body going forward, at least within the baseline range."

"I see. Well, this body is custom. Created just for this scouting trip, in fact. It's an expensive service, but I see no reason why the OTC shouldn't make it available in your world."

She smiles a little stressedly. 
"Yeah, that'd be nice to have. There'd probably be a pretty big market for it - though it really depends on how much you can sell them on the metaphysics of it - We haven't exactly a full cultural makeover in the face of the practicalities of magic or even computers and there's a few religions on the planet that current doctrine would probably prohibit them using it, though I'd still expect a lot of the realistically potential customers are in large part not really part of the orthodoxy of those groups." 
Her finger taps the table and a keyboard and screen appears in front of her to get her order.

She has no idea whatsoever what to order. "Pick something for me to eat, would you? It doesn't matter if it's strange, I like strange." 

She laughs. 
The orders her a tea that tastes of home, chocolate, and hearty bread, with a scent reminiscent of lovely scones, and just a really nice and juicy burger and fries, and a handful of sauces to put on it - hot sauce, gravy, and the standard array of condiments you'd see at any normal pub and handful of other less traditional ones - a "Mint Caramel" sauce, and one simply labelled "Beer Sauce" for her perusal.

"A mint caramel burger? Alright, you've thrown down the gauntlet." 

She puts the sauce on her burger, reassembles it, and bites down. 

It's weirdly good - somehow the grease of the patty mixes in with the sauce, adding a sweet aftertaste to it, adding an indulgent texture to it. The bun crunches around your mouth exquisitely as you eat, and the aftertaste fades oddly quickly, leaving you with a lingering mouth feel more reminiscent of a traditional if masterfully savoury burger, with a hint of heat that's just enough to bring your mouth alive with the feeling of it.

Mmmmmmm.

She keeps eating, with intermittent sips of tea. No talking only burger.

She laughs and smiles, blushing softly. 
"I love to see people's first reaction to her cooking~"
She perks up a little. 
"Though I'm sure she'd be glad that she stacks up to the rest of your experiences, even without 'cheating'."
She chows down on her own steak, marbled with with odd layers of pink and purple, and drinks down some sort of neon blue soda, occasionally letting out little pleased moans at the taste of them.

Thorn laughs, and despite herself her hand flickers out to cup Tourmaline's chin. "Is someone having fun?", she asks.

She flushes hard, her eyes twinkling with excitement. 
"Mhm~ <3"
She frantically nods and absentmindedly brushes her face against her hand, cooing slightly at the feeling of her touch.

"Wow, you are just the most adorable little thing. I may have to ask my family if I can keep you." 

She pulls her hand away and takes a long sip of her tea, her eyes crinkling up in delight. 

She blushes softly, seemingly noticing how much she'd been indulging in this, and makes some little pleased overwhelmed noises. 
She licks her lips excitedly, and takes her own drink, laughing softly at the antics and lets out a throaty little murr at the taste.

"So," asks Thorn. "What's sex like here?" 

She laughs brightly, and lets out a long hot breath. 
"FUCK, Astra's edible lube was good, even if she isn't that kind of 'Restauranteur". " 
She grins softly and leans over to kiss her cheek, space bending a little to let her move smoothly in a way that shows off her breasts well and ignores the impediment of the table. 
"But really, there's not nesscarily a lot different here then other places. Most people in this world settle for some minor magical conveniences and modern amenities like dildos and vibrators. But well...~"
"That's just the tip of the iceberg of all the possibilities that we've explored."

"Where I'm from," says Thorn, "We've learned to key sexual pleasure to almost any stimulus, in infinite and exacting detail. Your lover might play you like music, dance with you like a partner, code you like a computer... any of a thousand thousand ways of making love. Of course, we still enjoy the classics, but there are so many layers that you can add." 

She grins and nods. 
"The mapping scene isn't one I've indulged in too much but..."

She shudders excitedly. "I love to overwhelm my partners, twist there subjective history 'til they've been teased for so so so long and watch them pathetically mewl for me, or just reweave space and reach through time to touch them in a thousand thousand places. I love to have them feel like every moment of there lives have been leading to this moment that I can just drag out for. as. long. as. I. Like."
She shivers happily. 
"And it's always delicious to be able to call forth a timeline where they develop a fetish they never thought they could have, always fun to push them to be there most sexual beautiful slutty selves." 
"But I suppose that a lot of that's just a matter of what my own capabilities offer~"

Thorn halfsmiles. "I see. Once again, you are our equals." 

She grins softly and reaches her hand out, gently brushing her hand across her face. She lets out a little contented sigh, and rests there for a moment.

Thorn laughs. "Trying my own move back at me, huh?~"

"Something like that~"
She smiles and sighs, and suddenly she's resting her head on her shoulder. 
"But the thing is... Both of us realistically have magic that could make this more of a contest but we aren't using it because that isn't the point, and I just... wanted to touch you."

"Awwwwww. Alright, you can pet my hair."

She smiles softly and runs her hand affectionately through it, little warps of space emenating from her fingers to casually untangle her hair as she goes, fingertips gliding gently across her scalp, humming quietly as she enjoys her.

She smiles and blushes and leans in to the petting.

She leans in and kisses her nose gently as she keeps on petting and stroking her hair.

She smiles, and nuzzles in softly. 

"Look at us two. A multiversal connection."

"Yeah...~"
She lets out a little pleased sigh, and rests beside her, keeping up the little intimate touches. 
"It's really nice to know that... we can be so similar, even with being from pretty different worlds, and click like this."

"Yeah. It kind of gives you hope for humanity."

She laughs quietly. 
"Gosh, 'humanity'..." 
"It's odd to even think of it in those terms - You're aug'd enough that I doubt that the traditional notion of 'species' is especially relevant, and after a certain point..."
She trails off. 
"I think of myself as more a 'metahuman' or 'mage' then a human, or maybe just... a 'person'." 
"But... yeah." 
"It does."

"I say humanity deliberately. I don't think of myself as posthuman or metahuman or in any way special. This is just the way humans ought to be allowed to be."

"...Yeah. I don't..." 
She sighs tiredly and nuzzles. 
"I want it to be that way but what little of things we can mass produce always seem to turn into a vector for stupid supervillain attacks and we still don't have the sort of consistent expertise where we can really scale up and get working on our technology properly, even if it's a lot better then say, an artifactual tech base."
"So it's hard not to just... talk about it the way that it feels like it is. I'm networked and I have power and control in a way that others just don't and... it can be hard to relate, sometimes, without messing too much with my timeline." 

"I'm basically an avatar for a thousands-of-paralell-years-old metabeing that only really manifests in smaller pieces at any one time. I can relate."

She laughs softly. 
"Yeah, I knew your timeline was weird from the moment I saw you. And that gem..."
She shivers and smiles. 
"It's amazing." 
"There's not really a great way describe what I am but... I guess what I'd say is I'm a 'variable timeline mage'. I've lived hundreds of version of my own life, with different parents, worlds, or just different choices. Sometimes I can branch, though that's something that I've only fairly recently learned to properly sustain, and I've travelled a good bit across the local multiverse. It probably isn't as good as proper instancing but... there's still a lot you can do with it."

"Yeah, this jewel is most of my wage as a member of OTC. A true immortality, custom-designed by me. Or at least by my selftree. There's about twenty or so of us at any one time."

She nods slowly. 
"It's a lovely bit of kit. I never thought a... 'phylactery' of all things could be so complex and amazing and... 'warm'?"

"Technically the pendant is me and the body is just a transport mechanism for the pendant, but given that there's a brain in this head it's more accurate to say it's both. And it's as warm as we wanted it; OTC does lovely work with memories."

She smiles softly. 
"Yeah. The ability to scry back in time and read your own thoughts is..." 
She laughs heartily.
"Not exactly the best solution to the problem of degrading memories, though it works somewhat better then one might think."
"I suppose that's the way that a lot of people here feel about the soul - there's nothing wrong with having two things that are going around encoding your identity. What's wrong with having one more?"

"And therein was the selftree created. Banyan lifestyle is still a sound model."

"Banyan Lifestyle?"

"The living of many lives in paralell, like banyan roots, and merging them occasionally into one "trunk" self."

She hums softly, and lets a little excited grin form on her face slowly.
"Goddess, that sounds nice. I bet I could even do something like that, with some work..." 
Her fingers idly play with Thorn's as she ponders how she could do something like that, eyes closed and a contemplative smile resting on her face.

Thorn flushes a little. "So are you going to keep playing with my fingers, or...?"

She laughs softly, and her eyes stare into hers. "I'd love to do some more~" 
Her hands glide up so they are gently holding her shoulders, then she leans forward and kisses her deeply.

She kisses back. "Call me old-fashioned, but not in the middle of the restaurant." 

She laughs heartily and raises her eyebrows. 
"I've already paid, and I can teleport us somewhere more suitable, if you'd like."
She's a little flushed, but not letting herself get too excited.

"I would like. Please do."

She smiles and twirls her fingers, and they appear in a luxurious bedroom, with fine silken sheets and golden rune work layered across the crimson walls, warding against scrying and other more exotic forms of intrusion. 
She shivers softly, and flushes excitedly, breathing out hotly. 
"Fast or slow~?"

"For my first time in this body? Slow."