Instantly, she felt better, the aches swiftly leaving, her eyes healing and resetting, and her sensitivity trended towards something more manageable as she let herself lie in a puddle of her girlcum. 

"...Okay."
She let out a soft sigh, basking in the heat of the moment, idly stroking at her cunt with her sopping wet fingers as she let herself come back from the more... excessive lust.

She slowly gather herself up, and sat back down on a chair, enjoying the soft feeling of the petals she leaned against. 

...The decorations were a bit much to keep so...

She idly entered a command into the console. 

All but one of the posters faded back into the walls, leaving a simple shot of her smiling broadly while playing around in the beach, with nothing to sexualize her beyond the halter top she wore.

Now that's more... 

'tasteful'. 

She snorted slightly at herself.

...She was really horny, wasn't she? 

That was...

She hid her face in her hands.

She knew that she was pent up, and that this was everything that she was looking for, but it was more then that, wasn't it? 

The people around her were hot, of course, and it was fun teasing with them, and playing around with her settings as they watched as did the same. It felt daring, and she could just... talk about her kinks in a way that she had never felt comfortable with before because that's why they were there.

The same was true of the posters, of course. She had read up on the hotel enough to know that it wouldn't just plaster the walls of your room with porn of someone if they weren't okay with it, though it was suprisingly bold for how respectful it so often was. 

So...

...Thinking it through didn't really make it less embarrassing. 

Deep breaths, and some water...

Her flush died down slowly. 

That did mean that...

There was at least a solid chance that she could do...

That.

So...

She threw on a soft silk outfit from the console, and requested a meeting with her in the gardens, before wandering off.

The Garden was lightly drizzling with the faintest touch of rain, just enough to add another layer of sparkling light to the fountains and the firm pink-purple crystals coating the paths, water gliding between her toes as she walked through the path.

Her fingers fidgetted as she watched the distortions of space and reality that she walked along, phantom impressions of objects flickering in and out of existence between her hands, as she just let her snse out. It wasn't like she could fully understand the workings of the domain of a goddess but... 

There.

Below the tapestry of fate, the twisting of space, the countless flows of light spreading out in the wider multiverse from the prime temple of love that Rosethorn hotel was, or even the finely weaved mesh of the wards and scanning stations, there was the faint trace of her own magic, following along the crystal path to some deeper scent, deeply touched and interweaved by the light of the place, with it's own particular resonance feeding into something.

"Oh." 

She knew that she could do more abstract things -had even made some in the past but...

She brushed back her slightly rain-slick hair. 

To think that it'd be a proper ritual... 

She smiled broadly, and shivered a little at the memory of what she could only assume was Amber's scent. 

She doubted that it would really be something that she could make properly, not something that she could control as such - the crystal was something more exotic, some sort of tantric resonance device - or perhaps something closer to clairsentience psionics...? That was always the problem with analyzing these sorts of things - there's just... so many layers accreted because of the many uses that they fade into each other, and the way that the spatial magic works here meant that it was likely that it was being used by someone else, on some other layer for some other purpose. 

She could forge a path through the worlds, the creation of such a thing the reason why she had earned her title, but...

She'd trust, for now. 

...The dancing dreamstuff between her hands didn't really die away as she walked further . 

She wasn't sure what she was supposed to make, or if was anything more then just a fidget.

She could make some seal, some mental effect that would make it somehow fit better, some empathic projection or shroud around her, a gift to be something a kin to a...

She let herself blush yet more. 

"Bride Price".

But...

Mostly? 

She wanted to have a chance to be in control so...

An amulet of will, for now. 

The path wandered a little further, but soon, the path started pointing towards a temple, with marble edifices with the same filgree as the hotel itself complimenting the classical architecture.

She's sitting there, waiting, her tented yoga pants clinging tightly to her curves and a silken white halter top that her full breasts spill nearly out of.

Her body is flawless - above and beyond the more mundane obtainable ideal of those who have obtained there True Persona, incredibly luscious, well-lit and toned.

The musky scent of her filled the air alongside the sheer weight of her presence.

She gestured for her to take a seat.

She flushed hard, trying not to stare too much at her chest. 

"Hi... I'm not sure where to start, here."

Her hand reaches out to Romana's clasping it softly in her firm hands. 

The liquid sex of her voice pours into her ears as she gently guides her.

"I think we should start with introductions."

Her thumbs slides across the back of her hand, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her eyes flicker down from her chest to her crotch for a moment, before she forces herself to focus past her. 

"I'm Romana 'Wishmaker'. I work on custom artifices, though I've dipped into Udi and Takkarash Minting at times for... completeness, or something akin to that. I came here for..." 

She let out a quiet shuddery sigh at the stroking touch.

"A dream of my own to make, I suppose." 

She smiled broadly.

"I'm Amber, a priestess in the service of Sunaira. I do a lot of work here - teaching the priesthood, clerical casting work, therapy, but my main body of work is as an Escort specializing in intense sexual experiences and our more jaded clientele. I admit I was a little suprised to see that you called me, Romana." 

She licks her glossy lips as she smoothly sighs out her name.

She closes her eyes to stop staring at her lips, then shudders just a little as her thighs rub together.

She pauses, for a moment, and squeezes her hand firmly. 

"It's okay to want me. You are allowed to look at me. You can touch me, and love me, and spill your heart out to me, and it will be okay."

She untenses, and slowly forces eyes open to bask in her.

Her heart is thundering in her chest, her flush covering her body already as she forced herself to breathe and keep on looking forward.