She blushes. "With the implicit understanding that I'd like to use it with you. Okay, okay."

"...It turns out I might be kind of kinky. A lot of this sounds... Hot. Uh... I don't suppose I can get a tenta-pet that, uh, hibernates on command? I just maybe don't want an actual pet."

"They come like that, you can compress them into little storage spaces. You do have to, ah, "feed" them at least monthly. And while I can't speak for Thorn, I have in fact used decent portions of this catalog myself. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Thorn, meanwhile, is steadily blushing hotter. She nods and smiles hesitantly at Lenora's mention that they'd use things together.

"I know that, and yet! I- I feel like I shouldn't do all of this shopping alone. Uh, maybe we can go to a lounge or something and make a list, Eva? And I haven't even tried the lasgun yet. But that can wait."

"I think I'll use a little of my Rose Bowers time on this. It's not all..." She makes a swirly motion in the air. "...extreme. Quiet places are a thing couples need too. So we could get a lounge there."

"I think Thorn's idea is a good one. It'll help to actually see it."

"And the time dilation will be handy since we want to move fast. Let's do it."

Eva taps her desk, and an archway of vines budding with roses forms in her office.

A deep pink glow emanates from the roses, and the air within the arch fogs up, then clears to show a simply appointed lounge in black and red; the walls have a vines and rose motif worked into them. A massive rose-blossom takes the place of a table in the center of the room, its petals spread flat to provide the same kind of surface. It has on it a heavy-duty vibrating massager, seven glass bottles arranged in two neat rows, and a silk scarf. There's also a small tray of brownies and ice cream with two spoons, and a large piece of glass with a rose engraved on it. A little pink light flicks on-and-off on the glass. 

Thorn walks in and sits down on one of the couches, glancing over the array of items with a blush on her face. "I see we've been given some... suggestions."

Lenora follows through as well, and sits down next to Thorn, leaning against her. "...I'm nervous and excited. Do you want to stay here a while, or, uh, just long enough to chat about what we want to try? And, well. Can't go wrong with ice cream."

Thorn leans back against her. "I think we should take the hint from the Rose Bowers and at least have ice cream. I'm nervous too. But... I'll never not be nervous about this, so better to do it now."

Lenora pecks her girlfriend on the cheek, then opens up the icecream.

"Chocolate... At least for me, this sort of stuff is a lot more enjoyable if I manage to stop worrying about it, you know? But, easier said than done."

"Yeah. I'm still all jumpy too."

She pauses. "No dishes for the ice cream. Just a second." She picks up the glass tablet, and keys something in. A petal of the rose flicks high to obscure part of the table, then curls out of the way, and two small plates for ice cream are left behind. "There we go. Glad it's as intuitive as I've heard."

She reads the labels on the bottles, then sniffs the two perfumes there.

"Ooh, look, you could sing for me. And I know how to do a massage, ish. We don't need to jump straight into hard sex."

"Yeah. You could use the massage wand for its actual intended purpose, even."

"Hmm? I've never seen something like that before. Intended purpose, as opposed to..."

"It turns out that intense vibrations are very... stimulating. If you place the wand elsewhere than on a sore shoulder or back." 

She picks up the wand and flicks it on. It goes "vwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" at a whisper's level. She offers it. 

"Feel that on your hand."

She looks confused, touches the wand. "-Ooh." Then realizes, and blushes ferociously, shifting her legs together. "Oh."

"...Ice cream. Let's have some ice cream."

"Let's definitely eat ice cream." 

She gets out a spoon and starts putting brownies and ice cream onto her plate.

Lenora sticks to ice cream. She eats slowly. Huh, it doesn't seem to be melting at all? Handy.

"I mentioned earlier, when we first got together, that I thought I might miss men? I think that's... Still true, but not as much as I expected."

"Yeah. I'd be very surprised if you somehow lost interest in men. But... the categories are blurrier out here where we have enough magic to make them so. So I can kind of see what you're saying."

"I think a big chunk, not all or most, but a big chunk of what I like runs off making other people happy. But not in a submissive way at all really? I... Like being looked at too?"

"Awww," says Thorn. "That's cute. For me it's... being valued, being treasured. Being seen as worthy and important. I love how good you are at making me feel like that. I guess I'm a bit egotistical."

She smiles around a spoonful of ice cream. She licks the spoon, smiling at Thorn. "...Using my mouth is fun too, if not exactly hot, apparently. Hey. If that scarf is what I think it is, you should wear it and drink a bit of chorister nectar and sing for me."

"Alright. I haven't read the catalog recently so I'm going on faith that this isn't secretly, like, a submission-causing collar or something..." 

She wraps the scarf around her neck, and clears her throat. "Do I sound different? Ooh, I sound different. I bet I can do all kinds of things with this. And with the chorister..." 

She rummages in the bottles for it, nudging aside the perfume and a bottle of perfected lube. "Here we go." She drinks. 

Then she sings. She's already half-decent from practice; with the chorister she's better, and with the Siren's Scarf better still. She's still not professional, but she's remarkably good.