Romana;

Your room is number 47. All expenses are either included in your package or will be automatically withdrawn from the fund you set aside for that purpose. Enjoy your stay in the Rosethorn Hotel!

- The management

She smiled just a little at the nice note, and wandered down the hall to her room, trying not to fidget too much or reach out to her bag. The whole reason she bothered making a subspace pocket for this was because she wasn't here to enjoy what she could have at home; she had a chance to sit back, relax and spend the time she had enjoying what was in front of her, rather then playing with her games or working on her artifact's designs. 

A moment later, she came across the gold lettering that showed that the room beside her was hers, and she cautiously opened the door. 

The door opened onto a very spacious room, with a silk enshrouded bed, a strong scent of sweet flowers, a table of stylized rose petals and a reclining chair made of soft leather, and a bright window showing a spectacular view of a glistening fountain in the garden outside. 

There were a few catalogues and a single book placed on the table in metallic holders, and a bust wearing a Shiver-Sweet Minter as a collar, shining a brilliant gold in the reflected lighting as she entered. 

She walked over to the table, smiling at the sight of the fountain and the eternal midsummer sun shining through it. That sort of window would normally be pretty impractical to install and was a privacy nightmare besides but here...

She supposed she didn't have to worry about that. 

She eased herself into the chair, enjoying the sinful softness of the cushions, letting her shoulders slump back against it as she let herself get lost in the moment, letting out a soft sigh, smiling slightly. 

She perked up a bit as she noticed a button beneath her pointer finger, the sensation just enough to lightly jolt her from her reverie. 

She let out a little tense laugh, and craned her neck down to look at the label of the button. 

The button is labelled Massage Mode in finely woven thread of gold.

She paused for a moment, then pressed it. 

She reminded herself again that she was here to indulge. 

The chair shifts a little beneath her to conform better to the shape of her shoulders and back before slowly becoming comfortingly warm as it starts massaging her back, firm pressure rubbing her through her shirt. 

She wiggled in her seat, letting out a throaty sigh as she wiggled into the chair, blushing softly at the feeling, even through her clothes. 

It was good, even if the overwhelmingness of it tapered down pretty quickly til it was mostly just comforting and relaxing as it worked out every little bit of stress in her muscles. 

She leaned forwards a little to look at what the Rosethorn Hotel provided for her. 

The first one that was an escort catalogue with a cover showing off the curves of dozens of women in skintight suits, filled with a handful of photos with varying degrees of lewdness and a dating website-style blurb on each of them that she could barely read through, considering how much some of the more... exposed photos caused her to blush. But even beyond how beautiful they all were one of them really jumped out to her.  
Amber - A catgirl priestess of Sunaira whose profile talked a lot about how much she enjoyed helping people become who they wanted to be physically and mentally and spiritually, and her interest in spreading the faith through her passion was something she found enthralling, and considering the book of Her love she already had on the table...
She smiled a little excitedly, rubbing her thighs together.
The next one was a relative plain activity guide - mostly listing out a handful of artistic showcases. She tentatively decided that she wanted to at least check out the illusion exhibition - She'd done her fair share of VR touring, but this seemed like a totally different experience, considering how many of the examples seemed more... Metaphysical or interactive then that, and it really wasn't something that she could easily arrange back at home. 
There was also also an interest round table list, if she wanted to take more advantage of the less directly sexual social options available here. 

She hid a little against the chair, swivelling around to look at the showcase of the collar. If there was any place that it would fit on her, then this would be it. There was nothing wrong with getting a decent flower with the flavours that you could manage best - heck, she would expect that most did, getting something like... that was a declaration that she didn't know that she wanted to make, at least in the sort of forms that would feel the most natural, with the way that it would feel around her neck and the other features that made the whole thing just... good. 

She reached out her hands slowly, the golden necklace flowing up her skin with a pleasant tingle of pleasure-pain to her neck, wrapping firmly but comfortably around her as a collar with the rose emblem of the Bowers stamped across it in brilliant ruby, letting out a small simmer of reassuring-pressure-pain as she took a slow breath.

It was a bit gauche, of course, but she was trusting herself to Rosethorn Hotel in a way that felt like fit with this collar, and if nothing else...~

She grinned a little excitedly. 
It would be a good conversation starter. 

She sashayed her hips a little as she walked off to the discussion club.

The room was a simple one, for the Rosethorn Hotel - just a handful of chairs arrayed in a circle with the typical fittings and plush comfort, all but one of which held a woman with their own Takkarash Minter - A muscular red haired woman had a gold one, with the signature red tracery of a Fire Lotus, a strikingly blue one had a shining metallic gauntlet set with the same flower as her collar, and... yes, everyone there had one, whether as a charm on a necklace, a twisted vine wrapped around their spine, or whatever else they decided fit them. 

She perks up for a moment, and gestures her to take a seat. 
"Good afternoon. I know this isn't exactly the most natural thing to talk about, but I hope that we can share our thoughts on this well. I think the first question for today should be..." 

"What do you like about minting, beyond the obvious masochistic and financial angles?"

"There's a buncha interesting features on the thing, if you look into it, and 't's good to be able to just add in a lil hack to make any food feel hot, even before the rest of the featureset that you can implement with some customization." 

"I've always liked the way that I can use it to focus and keep alert in a way that I find that Dyne simply doesn't give me on it's own, and it's suprisingly good for training some kinds of mental defenses but also..." 

"I like the feeling of the shared struggle that you can get when you play with such a thing in a way that you can't when using something less mechanical." 

"Yeah, it's good to be able to... know that you've shared an experience in a way that's more then just a memory with a finite precision that's not inherent to what it is."

"I've always enjoyed that too - there's something about that sort of pain and pleasure that lets you get a proper bond that you can't do if you are just zoned out and processing a memory through a crystal or playing some hologame or VR title." 
She shifts her hands to her thin collar, clasping her hands to it to remember something nostalgia.

She snorts a little, but still nods along. 
"That's good - and like... it's usually pretty fuckin' awkward talking about it with the lifers - There's nothing wrong with it, but come-on, raise your hand if there's a pain feature you feel awkward about because it isn't intense enough to make a proper living but too intense to avoid wearing you down a lil." 

Everyone raises their hands, save a cyan haired girl. 

"I understand that, but also..." 

"I really like introducing them to new things! There's so much to tweak around a lot of relatively novice set ups that mean that you can normally fit that kind of thing in somehow, I've found, so it's more exciting for me, rather then a more negative thing."

"The problem is just..." 
Her chair shifts forwards a little, letting her reach her hand out to Ruby. 
"It's hard to get people out the mindset that minting is just for things in the bedroom, ostentatious personalities that want to show off how hardcore they are, or something that they just try not to think about, you know?"

She has a tiny flinch, but still takes her hand, holding it gently. 

"Yeah I..." 

She sighs a little, and moves her own chair to tighten the circle. 

"I can enjoy it on a seperate capacity then just.... enjoying it like that. Pain can be a comfort too, and it's a shame that people don't really get it..."

"I wish it was easier to recommend as an investment too - a lot of the features that people think of as 'extra' are things that can really help you drive up your effective tolerance. But really..."

"It's not that simple. The whole original intention of the biological mechanism of pain is aversion, and it's natural for it to not fit particularly well in people's lives, or at least drag on. I'm far from convinced that they'd really benefit on net from that - sifting through dozens of flavours of pain to find one that gives them a small edge in income would be something that might end up harming more then healing, to many people."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to get rid of pain - I just..." 

Her hands fidget a little. 

"I just hope that doesn't mean that the people who genuinely want to avoid pain aren't avoiding getting out of that, too. I've tried Udi minting and... If I focus I can get maybe half the OTC income that you get from the standard rate? That can be exhausting in itself but... It's not inherently painful to hope." 

"Well yeah duh. 't's good to be freer to do whatever and get away from shit you don't want, and income diversity is good - though Udi mintin' isn't exactly the most reliable income stream, you know? Plausibly you get the whole series of complaints about having to deal with it being more painful then the advantage, though I don't super duper buy that." 
She shrugs. 

She lets out a vaguely discontented sigh. 

"That rather is the conundrum...There's a number of plausible fixes on the wider level such as altering the Udi model to pure commission and wide dispersal for ease of use, but I can't say that I expect any solution to be especially satisfactory across the board - including 'let the market decide' one the OTC so loves." 

There's a number of nods across the room. 

She smiles a little excitedly. 
"I hope you don't mind if I change the topic to something a bit more... exciting~?" 
She bounces in her chair a little. 
"I'd love to hear about everyone's favourite flavours and macros, especially ones they want to show and tell over~!"  

"My favourite is 159 - Constricting Collar. The way it's spread out bluntly combined with how it fits and just... feels to have that extra layer of sensation on my neck is wonderful. It's also nice in that you can use it to augment the feeling of actually wearing one with the stronger tight feeling without actually fitting badly around your neck, you know? I find it works best at around naught point 2 Takkar, though I started way lower and there's definitely a lot of fun to be had if you crank it up." 

She shifts in her seat a little, a tiny ripple moving through her hair as she lets out a barely audible pleased sigh. 

"Nice." 

"Have a lotta favs, of course, but 'll mention a softer one - 59 fucked raw. I really like the way that you can give yourself... almost this simulation of the satisfaction of a night beneath the sheets with the way it can get your sex feeling rubbed raw, your muscles with that warm strain and those little edges of bruise-pain across the lips 'nd such." 

"It's a touch hard to list them in any particular order but I like..." 
She pauses. 
"507 chill touch for that shivering edge, 772 pulsing need for hopefully obvious reasons, 551 Dancer's dream for how tall and graceful it feels, and 185 Aureola's Caress." 
She purses her lips. 
"It can be impressive how low you can go for some of those without making the feeling totally irrelevant - I've gone as low as 0.01 Takkar and gotten value out of it - sometimes you just need something to feel in a respect, and your sense of pain can sometimes be just as good as your sense of touch, to enjoy." 

"I guess we're round tabling, then!" 

She lets out a soft sigh, and adjusts the way that her shirt fits on her chest. 

"There's so much to love! I really appreciate the phantom art ones - I think they've filled up the 1300s - the feeling of having wings of pain, or a tail or even just trying out the way that new hair feels on my scalp and against my neck can be really fun! It's impressive how divergent that sort of design can get, and how much you can get out of it to just feel good from the way you can have it all at your fingertips. But really..." 

"That's just a start!" 

"I really like a lot of shorter ones that give you that warm feeling you get from a burst of affection - the feeling of a talon lightly sliding across your neck or a little affectionate pinch or something like that. You don't need it to be extended to be good fun!" 

"And that's just the immediate light ones - there's a lot of fun to be had with the hunger series and the way that it can leave you simmering..." 

"Yeah, Pain is good in 'nd of 'tself, but like..." 

"A lot of the experience of pain tha I like is the way that it leads the horse to water - if there's pain, then it's real is an instinct that's pretty ingrained, in that the point of it is to jostle you into doin' somethin' about it. I'm perfectly capable of fantasizing about tender touches, but when you have the jolt of pain as you picture it's..." 

She shivers.

"Mmph."

She shifts a little in her seat, a slight flush to her cheeks. 

"It's also that the limits are easier to transcend when you can tweak it differently - the physical reality of getting stretched out from a intense session tends to be best avoided, but if you can reimplement the pain seperately you can do it a lot more cleanly and safely, and you can emulate some of the deeper feelings after a simulation, too - I found kinesthetic pain integration really immersive in most of the titles that I've played." 

Blink, blink. 
"Kinesthetic pain integration?"

"It's one of those... 'complete experience' mods that many gamers so love, letting you link your minter up to the gameplay. It's a later addition - considering that the sort of full body pain mapping settings that you would naively implement didn't have much of a market outside of those for more traditional sexual play sims due to the intensity of it or the lack of meaningfulness to the system when dialed back, they got the bright idea to map it to exertion alone. The feedback of an overstretched arm, the build up of the strain from a long battle, or worn feet from a journey, rather then the feedback from the wounds or anything like that. They kept the tunability, of course, but the ability to follow along the struggle of your character is something I personally found fairly powerful, even if there isn't the same sense of stakes you get when you play the more hardcore titles." 

"Oh..." 
She laughs a little. 
"I suppose it can be hard to remember how much it's something that people are out there looking for and developing to facilitate, rather then just something that you hide away in clubs and such, even with everything the OTC does to change norms when they are around." 

"Yeah! Really, it's not even 'knowing where to look' as much as it s knowing to look in the first place, and remembering all the pieces that people can put together. 

"Yep." 

She raises an eyebrow and inclines her head at Ruby as she gestures for her to go on. 

She runs her hand across her face, little dribbles of gold and red sliding across her face as she does. 
"Beyond the obvious 'Ask your partner" shit, I'd say it can be good to look into the 'pain version' of the stuff you already like - even if you don't how the hell Pain bowling or kayaking or synth music or whatever works. There's probably like half a dozen versions of each of them made by a bunch of people with totally different opinions on what that means, their own porn forums and rivalries and cultures, if you care to look."

"Yeah but..." 

"Oh yeah it's totally a bit much, and can be super weird to just dive into, even beyond any barrier to entry concerns." 

"I'd be more inclined to recommend little things like just keeping a note on a computer or Message Board about things that you are curious about exploring - there's a lot of stuff that's this whole new experience layered atop, rather then something more integrated. If you want to dip your toe in, generally it's good to start at minimum settings and increase anything that feels unsatisfying, and look for things that aim to add realism or simple perceptual integration first - you want it to wire into your instincts, not nesscarily create this whole new system." 

"There's listings of the standard ones too, of course, and that can be worth at least searching for." 

"That makes sense, though the default library on a device can be guiding and helpfully small, at times." 

She inclines her head in a nod. 
"Presets in the Bowers are fuckin' sweet, 9/10, and the other time is to teach you a lesson which..." 
She snorts. 
"Eh in terms of overall net enjoyability, good for actually getting better, 'd say."

She nods. 
"Ah, that's the one I was looking for..."

"Here it is."

She sends a quick message burst through the Hotel's communication system. 

"It's a pretty good start for the more conventional uses, though you'll have to search farther afield if you want to delve into the add ons and so on." 

"That being said... I do believe that is more or less the session?" 

"Alright. See you next time!" 
She gently lifted herself out of her chair, and wandered back to her room as her hand wandered to her breasts.

Her room was plastered with a dozen posters of Amber, each of them rendered in loving detail.
They ranged from one showing a virginal white toga drapping down her curves, the warm lighting accentuating her loving smile, to a shot of a dark as night slitted dress that showed of the creaminess of her thighs, to shot of a woman's head buried against her sex as she languished back in a golden throne, black lace highlighting every inch of her volumptous breasts as they spilled slightly out of the outfit.
A simple dildo lay innocently on the table, the glossy black of it shining enticingly next to a plush cushion.

She blushed furiously, staring up at the posters as she took deep flushed breaths at he sight of it all and the lingering heat from the conversation about the ways she could hurt. 

...She walked over a little hastily to the table. 

She stared forward at the pin-ups, blushing fiercely as she felt her thighs rub together in her pants as her sex gushed at the sight of her. 

It was a little ridiculous how much she slid perfectly into the fantasy she - 

Her breath hitched as her hands frantically started sliding down her pants to let her aching cunt feel the cold bracing air. 

She let out a soft low moan. 

She gasped and panted, slowly rocking back to reality as her hand clenched firmly against the table. 

Okay. 

- That she came her for.

She grabbed the pillow, and gently set it below her so she could sink to her knees without cramping up too much later, enjoying the feeling of her breasts bouncing against the roughness of her shirt, idly adjusting her collar ot make it more, nipples hardening and aching with lust, the painful pressure around her throat intensifying as she got yanked to the floor, panting and gasping and trembling already, her hand desperately grasping at the hem of her shirt. 

She panted harder, and just ripped her shirt off, emphasizing it with raking claws of pain following her hands, breasts bouncing and jumping at her touch as one grabbed the dildo and her other hand dove to her pussy, firmly probing into her wet depths. 

She shuddered, one hand mauling her breasts, as her fingertips glided around her clit as she forced herself to stare up at her art as she convulsed with pleasure. 

She grabbed the dildo with her trembling hands, and pressed it against her entrance, clenching and trembling around it as she let her juices coat it. 

Oh goddesses...

She pants and stares up at her smile, her brilliant red lips, glimmering eyes and voluminous hair as the dildo slowly slides into her gaping entrance, the thickness of it filling her up with a faint taste of the hot pleasure to come.

She slowly eased herself onto the dildo, clenching and gasping and panting as she felt more and more of the toy inside of her pussy, the hard toy pressing against every inch of her inner walls. 
She rumbled out a throaty moan. 
"More."

Something inside her triggers the feeling of tails brushing across every inch of her exposed heaving breasts, every centimeter of her tight ass and all across her throat and shoulders, tickling waves of electric pain flodding her body as she started pumping the toy in and out, eyes rolling up with heady pleasure.

In a moment of clarity, her eyes lock with those of Amber's relaxed pleasured gaze from the throne, she flicks a button just felt as the dildo bottoms out inside her, causing powerful vibrations to flood through her hypersensitive body. 

She MOANS, ecstasy flooding through her body, fingers crushing her nipples as she cums explosively to Her.

"Amber~ <3!"

She rides out the orgasm, screaming her name loudly 'til her moans taper off to strained mewling whimpers, interspersing other things into it. 
"Mistress. So good, fuck so good, thank you, miss, thank you, amber, thank you thank thank youu..." 

She absentmindedly curls up, flicking the vibration off and slowly withdrawing the toy from her clenching cunt, blushing utterly furiously. 

"Ahhh...~" 

She slumped back a little, falling back onto a mess of comfortingly soft vines stretching out from the floor. 

She breathed out deeply, and let the pain taper too, leaving only the warmth and ache of fucking herself hard, and the little eyestrain she had from keeping her eyes so fixed on amber's pictures.

A simple red raspberry scented vial emerged from a blossom, resting comfortably close to Romana's left hand. 

She laughed softly at how utterly taken she felt, and how much she just wanted to rest in place for a moment after really not all that long. 

One hand reached up to slowly rub her neck, the comforting feeling quickly causing her head to loll forward a little relaxedly. 

"Okay..."

She reached out, and swiged the potion.

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.

She leans forward, and kisses Romana's forehead. 

"So please. Tell me what you want."

She trembles, and lets her hands run across her exposed arms, shuddering at the feeling of her supple skin and the lancing pleasure running up her body.

"I want to touch you, like this." 

Hands trail down her to her chest, pressing against her sinfully soft breasts as she moans.

"I want to worship you, like this." 

She falls to her knees, and stares reverentially up at her, salivating and occasionally glancing down at the outline of her magnificent cock.

"I want to feel you like this."

She takes a deep breath in through her nose, nuzzling in against her crotch and shudders with pleasure as the scent of her sex hits her.

"And I want to love you." 

She pauses, panting softly, and rubs her cheek across her crotch.

Her hands claw across her scalp, leaving points of white-hot pleasure-pain, cock hardening slowly against her cheek. 

"Good girl." 

She screams Amber's name as her cunt clenches at nothing, gasping and panting and letting out soft little lusty whimpers.

...Her hands clench at her shield, and she forces its' output up.

"And I want to have the best first time I possibly can - to assume my true persona for you and show off the way that my ideal fits your body, for you to take all my firsts lovingly, holding nothing back. To trust my heart, body and mind to someone in the way that you only can when it's your first time - with this... faith."

She smiled warmly, and her fingertips dragged down her face before she settled her hand beneath Romana's chin, which she raises her up by, letting her stare directly into her eyes.

"Edge for me, Romana." 

The moment she heard her order, her pussy and breasts went alight with pleasure, tensing and mewling as she struggled to stare into her eyes. 

"You can feel it, can't you? The way that my words, my voice, my scent, my body bring you pleasure and let me control you."

She frantically nods, shivering and brushing against her nose but making sure to stay in the warm embrace of her touch.

"If you touch my cock, you will orgasm. You hold my naked breasts, you will orgasm. If I touch your sex, you will orgasm. And that is just the beginning of the pleasure I can bring you. Do you understand?"

nodnodnodnodnodnodnodnodnod.

"If I do what you ask, your mind will shatter. You will be broken in as my slut. Do you understand, Romana?" 

Her voice is sensually soft and warm, this time, the commanding tones fading into the background resonances.

Her eyes roll back up in her head and mewlingly nods as she tries to grind her needy pussy against Amber's dick.

Her hand gently pat Romana's head, grinning slightly at her reaction. 

"You've been a very good girl, hanging on through all of this."

She gently pecks her lips, letting a little bit of her saliva slide into her mouth, as she reaches out and grabs an odd shining ball.

Suddenly, her thoughts are much clearer, the haze of lust clearing a little. 

"mm...?"

She pants softly, chest heaving as she feels how sweaty she is. 

"This is a self-core. If you touch it, you'll be able to have a partition of yourself go through this - a different instance of you - and once you're done, you'll go back to just being you. The memories will slowly diffuse over, as you can handle it." 

She offers her other hand, this one empty.

"And if you don't you'll be made to worship me, to love me, to crave every little trace of me above all else, for months before you have a chance to adapt and 'get back to normal'. I'll take care of you and respect you and give you the time of your life, if you do." 

"The choice is yours, Romana."

She takes a long, deep breath, quivering with lust, eyes dancing across the room. She paused for a moment then...

She reached out, touching the self-core. 

The world faded out into an endless stark white, then...

She crashed back into reality, cumming explosively as the faintest trace of the thousands of orgasms washed over, stacking on top of each other to fill her with pleasure.

Dancing in the air when she came back to focus was a simple note. 

I hope to have a chance to enjoy again someday. But for now, enjoy your gifts~ <3

- Amber

She let out a soft blushy sigh as she curled up.

That was... a lot, wow. 

She could still feel the aftercare potion in her system working to make sure that she was alright after the time she had spent, and she still felt so warm from the flush spread throughout her body, but there was still a little drop. 

...She curled up deeper into the covers she felt around her, and glanced around to see if there was anything else that she had left for herself.

There was a cup full of a gelantinous blue fluid clearly labelled a 'tentapet', a six-pack of Endless Thermoses of Preservation and Dilution with small labels written across the top in golden lettering, and two sealed letters. 

She flushes hard as she glances over the thermoses, finding that they are... 

exactly what she expected and wow is that embarrassing and too much for her right now so...

She gently uncaps the tentapet, and lets out a soft tense sigh.

The tentapet plopped out of the jar after it stretched out to form a tentacle, then blobbed on the floor before wobbling inquisitively.

She smiled softly at it's cuteness, and gently beckoned it forward.

The blob trembled, then slowly slid over to her, until it pounced on her, reducing the firmness of it's barrier so it splashed on her instead of bowling her over, and hardened and shifted to wrap around her chest. 

She let out a small contented sigh as she felt the coolness hit her skin, shivering and sighing softly.

...She wrapped her arms around the mass of it.

The tentapet wiggled and slid across her chest, and hugged her back, tentacles firmly wrapping around her chest, clinging against her slightly sweaty skin.

She rocked gently, curling up as she held it tighter and stared down at her newly... robust bust. 

She shivered a little as the membrane brushed across her nipple softly. 

Her hands digged into the flesh of it, hands raking through the material, pawing at it as she kept it close. 

A tentacle gently slid down to flow across and around her wider hips, larger ass and more sensitive sex, brushing lightly against her body as it clung back and let her sink into it.

Her hand slows a little, almost stroking it as she lets out a soft very slightly pleasured sigh at the touches.

She mmmmmmmmms quietly.

The tentacles gently rub her - the circling pressures across her butt, light massages against the mass of her breasts, and the comfortable slight pressure and cool comfort of the fluid running across her skin as the membrane locally dissolves.

She lets her chest heave, feeling the way that her new body fits her. It's ideal, of course, but that doesn't mean that she's already adapted, especially with the discontinuity in all of her memories and the little extra strains and feelings of all of this...

She wraps covers around her, draping herself in the covers as she lets herself have an impromptu massage with the sweet feeling of the gel on her skin.

 It was nice but...

Her pussy was throbbing again, and she didn't want to just let the slick tentacles slide into her ass,, inflating inside her as it ravished her -

...Okay she totally did.

She let out a small shy laugh.

But for now, being a bit more social would be appropriate and besides...

She really did want to enjoy some cock. 

She gently slid the tentapet off of her, coaxing it back into the can before she sealed it back up. 

She grabbed a dilute aftercare potion from a swiftly blooming flower to keep up her endurance and walked out into the halls after throwing on an exhibitionist's exhibit and a phased yukata in her favourite deep blue bue, with with faint patterns of the waves of the sea writ in silver and shining gold highlights of runes of dreamwork. 

She walked in from a neighbouring hall, her hips sashaying seductively, highlighting her colossal cock hanging oddly steadily between her full balls.

She wore only a icy-blue scarf draped over her shoulders and straining breasts, and a set of simple silver piercings in her ear.

She glances over to her, eyes raking over her effectively naked form, spending a moment taking in the scene of her dripping cunt before calmly returning her gaze to her eyes.

"Hello Romana."

She stared a little, licking her lips as her mouth and pussy drooled as one a little. 

"Hello mistress Sapphire." 

She blinked hard and blushed furiously.

She smiles wryly, and runs her hand down her cheek. 

"And you are submissive enough to me for these Titular Earrings to work on you." 

She grins broadly. 

"What a slut."

She quietly leans into her hand, letting out an inaudible sigh as she enjoys her touch. 

Her fingers slide up to rake through her hair firmly. 

"I know this is hardly an ideal situation to negotiate in, but such things are important. So..."

Her fingernails drag down her spine possesively.

"Until you say otherwise, I will stick with heavy petting, and you may lavish your affections upon my cock however you wish, or caress me as you please."

She shivers, and slightly gasps at her touch, arching her back into it.

"...Yes, Mistress Sapphire."

She presses firm kisses across her cheek. 

"Please relax - there's no need for you to accept my song into your heart, or even just rush this moment. You are soft and beautiful and worth the effort of the full experience~"

She lets out a warm sigh, and nods for Mistress Sapphire.

"For example..." 

Her fingers trail back up to her lips, and gently play her fingertips around them.

She tenses for a moment, then her lips purse and unpurse.

She mashes there lips together in a passionate kiss, hand holding her up as she thoroughly enjoys the thick softness of Romanas'. 

She quietly moans into the kiss, yielding to her as she does her best to kiss back.

She contentedly sighs against her, chest heaving hotly as she draws away from the kiss, smiling. 

A single finger slides between her lips.

She slumps a little forward, lips gently parting and weakly suckling on her finger as she stares up at her.

She slides her finger in deeper, probing into the warmth depths of her mouth. 

She instinctively inclines her head to take it and stare up dazedly at her, tongue gently lapping at the intrusion as her lips start pressing around it in earnest.

"You know, one thing that I find thrilling about the Rosethorn Hotel is that there is so many opportunities to learn about all the ways that sluts like you work - and that I can tell you with absolute confidence that you have honest-to-goddess literal cock-sucking lips." 

She thrusts her finger in and out slowly, hitting against the back of her throat as she takes advantage of her soft body.

"Not just 'There's no reason make these bad at sucking cock' lips, or even 'I like sex and want it to be good' - yours have the specific optimization of being directly conceptualized as a tool to suck cock and clit above all else. So tell me, Romana, would you like to put your lips to the purpose they were made for?"

She frantically nods and slurs out around her finger "Yes please Mistress Sapphire!"

She pushes her to the floor by her head, aligning it perfectly to stare at the dripping pulsing flushing mass of fuckflesh.

She obediently stares up at the majesty of her cock, salivating and licking her lips, trembling in place with lust.

"Go ahead and kiss it, slut."

She leaned in towards it, and pressed her strained-wide lips firmly onto her foreskin, gently suckling and licking up her dribbling precum as the skin slid back against her lips in a lewd mockery of a kiss. 

She moaned throatily, and her hand stroked across Romana's head firmly and reassuringly.

"Open your mouth wide for me." 

She stares up at her once more as her mouth gapes wide, soulful eyes silently begging for it to be filled with her cock.

She swiftly grabbed two potions and poured them into her mouth with manic fevour - a potion of malleability and a "Drool-Cutie Saliva Enhancer" for safety and pleasure - then she swiftly discarded the vials and started hilting her cock inside of her.

She lets out a small contented moan as she wraps Sapphire's cock in the velvety embrace of her tight throat, slobbering and licking across her dick.

She hammered her thick cock deep inside her throat, groaning with pleasure as her heavy balls slapped against her cheek.

Cock filling her throat so full, swirling her tongue as around its length inside her, moaning and slurping at the base of her dick, fingers kneading her churning balls -

"FUCK!"

Pumping her cock in and out of her without any pretense of restraint as she skullfucked her, grinding against her face as she gets close to the edge -

Mauling her churning balls as best she can as they slap against her reddening face over and over, swallowing over and over to feel the wonderful contours of her cock as it pounds in and out of her, pussy clenching around nothing -

She shudders and fucking cums, thick seed shooting into her throat and spilling out across her cock as she moans and screams out her orgasm.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she cums in response, wetting the fabric of her kimono as she grinds her thighs and clothes against her sex as best she can while still massaging and groping and stroking around Sapphire's balls, drinking down her wonderful seed.

"Haaaa..."

Her cock soften as she slowly dragged her head off her cock, staring down at her kneeling form and swallowing dribbling lips. 

She wobbled for a moment, then pressed her face against her balls, lapping slowly and dazedly at them as she slowly caught her breath.

She let out a long contented sigh, leaning against her as she closed her eyes to focus on enjoying it.

She suckles her balls, fat lips sliding across them over and over as she strokes her hand across her ass a little clingily, before switching to firm kisses and experimental nibbles tracing across the softness of her ball sack.

Her chest rumbled with a happy groan, and stroked her cheek lightly.

She hummed quietly, and rolled her balls around in her hand, feeling there wight and heft and pinching the sack around them to feel tighter and hotter as she placed firm kisses across it and the half-hard length of her cock.

She let out a warm sigh, stroking her head absentmindedly as she kept of her attentions. 

They rested like that, for a while.

..."You realize that you don't have to keep doing this, you know?"

Her hand gently strokes her head, but this time it's a kinder caress, brushing hair away from her eyes and giving her a chance to breathe.

She tilts her head back and mms confusedly.

Sapphire drank down her own aftercare potion and offered one to her. 

"Please drink this - you don't have to, but it will help you be clearer, alright?"

She took it limply in her hand, and stared blankly forward for a moment. 

She weighed it in her hand slowly, and let herself fall back onto her butt, sitting comfortably against the plush floor.

...

She patiently took a seat on a chair, waiting quietly.

She took her drink of it, and blinked repeatedly, then stretched herself out a little, humming softly.

She stroked her fingers across her chin thoughtfully. 

"...Firstly..." 

She smiles timidly. 

"Thank you for indulging me." 

"I could say the same to you." 

She inclines her head slightly deferentially.

She blushed softly, and fidgeted a little. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed - I'm... new at all of this, this place and this play so..."

She breathes out a little tensely. 

"I wanted this to be 'easy mode', or to fulfill some wild dream but..."

She waves down at herself, sitting awkwardly on the floor. 

"There's nothing wrong with you or your beauty, you realize."

Her hand reached down to gently skritch across her neck.

She smiled slightly, preening up into her touch. 

"...I just feel so... ordinary, sitting here like this, or something like that? I'm just timid little girl who's looking for approval or some feeling that means that I'm 'approved' as having enough rest or calm in my heart, even if I discount the way that I know that I could crash or feel shame for being the sort of person who is perfectly comfortable to feel those traces of your cum across my body."

"I can't say that I'm too used to all this myself - there's so many things to do that simply means that there doesn't have to be a thing to get used, and there's enough different ways to be me that there's no real requirement that I really repeat myself, between all of those possibilities even when it's simply a twist but..." 

She lets out a small sigh. 

"Just remember that this is a chance for you to enjoy freedom, in a way that can be even more important then the more obvious aspects of this garden." 

She tilts her head, as she reclines back a little as she considers getting up. 

"It's hard to really know what that's supposed to even mean, but..." 

She grabbed a glass of water, and took a large sip.

"It's nice to be able to do that, you know?" 

She nods slowly, and a gentle wind forms around her that blows back her hair to it's more settled place and cleans the sweat off of her form. 

"I find that it's not even that a lot of people here couldn't find away to afford this sort of luxury, but that... there's so many costs to this and so many layers to what you want that this is such a distant vision that it's simply not what happens, even beyond any considerations about the 'subsidy' of all the costs of this place.'

She lies down on the floor, after a moments thought. 

"Yeah. I... hope that I can figure something out, for it to be the sort of thing that can be real with the sort of careful consideration that I..." 

'Feel like I have to' / 'want to' / 'naturally' / 'fearfully'...? 

"...do, with the rest of my life, and not just in the way that bypasses it all..." 

"I hope you find something." 

She pauses. 

"You know what this moment is, don't you, from the perspective of the landlady?" 

"...I do." 

She curls up a little, contemplating.

She smirks a little, and shakes your head. 

"But of course you do - there's no way that I could have this moment with someone who didn't." 

She nods, just a little.

"I can't feasibly unmake the formation of this moment, and there's nothing wrong with something built like this, and there's nothing wrong with trying to be beautiful, or accepting the use of tools but..."

The air was filled with dew-coated petals of crystal clear ice, drifting on rose-scented wind, floating around in a frozen moment.

Dreamstuff as black as the nights that they formed in clung to the floating petals, glossily shimmering in the refracted light of the ice and the sourceless light of the halls, resonating with the crystals -

Strands of water reached out between the crystals forming a formation and...

She's gone.

She breathes out slowly, and smiles softly.

...She wonders if it really... means anything, what happened, or if she even wants to meet her again, after that but...

She supposed that she wouldn't find anything out by just lying there. 

She hauled herself up, and walked back to her room.

In her room, there was another program guide, and a simple set of two iron rings and a set of comfortable sandles sitting right beside the door.

Oh...

She hums quietly, and leans over to pick up the sandals and walks over to the bed to sit on it and think again. 

Her finger runs across the sole of it.

Despite the more casual look, it's silky soft and deforms slightly at her touch.

She smiled.

She'd always liked the softer things in life...

She drops them to the floor and slides them onto her feet.

...It's still comfortable, to trust like this. 

She doesn't know what to think about that.

It wasn't like Sapphire was telling her that it was bad but...

She sighed and paged through the catalogue, and checked up on her schedule.

Your current cognitive instance has memories of four and half hours. Would you like to unlock more detailed logging?

The catalogue lists of a board game club - both in modest and not-so-modest dress codes, a mixer event with and without food and a dating aspect, and a few differently themed public use areas - Did you know that some people come here to get people to walk up to them and fuck themselves with their body while socializing? 

The Rosethorn hotel is happy to provide ample photographic evidence.

She laughs a little, shaking her head blushingly. 

This place really knows her well, doesn't it...? 

...Going dating would be nice, especially if it's something that doesn't have to be that, and it can just be well...

Mixing.

She strode off to the meeting room, discarding the phasing charm and exhibitionist exhibit functions - this was supposed to be something... 

A bit more sedate, and not the sort of thing where she would be inviting that in the same way.

The meeting space was a large room much like hers, with a two-person table at the centre with glossy menus at each of the two seats and a small cordoned off changing area on the side. 

A mahogany fan turns overhead silently. 

As she enters, she notices her sitting there. hands folded together nicely on her lap. Her hair has a rose braided into it, tucked lightly around her ear, spilling out beside her head.

Her clothes are a modest viriginal white affair, though the curve of her large breasts is still reasonably visible.

A pendant of some black stone hangs from her neck.

She inclines her head welcomingly.

She raises her eyebrow a little, but still walks over to her seat, pulling it out a little to sit comfortably upon it. 

"Hi. I'm Romana."

She gently stretches her hand out to clasps hers, and kisses her cheeks lightly in greeting. 

"I'm Ruby. Pleasure to meet you. Is there anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable? I know that Rosethorn Hotel is excellent about that sort of thing, but it never hurts to ask, I've found."

She blushed softly, leaning into the kisses, then paused for a moment, and returned them.

"Thank you - could you please get me a drink to start and tell me a bit about yourself and your thoughts on the menu?"

Her hand gently tugged hers closer.

She waved her hand and materialized a milkshake for each of them as her other hand squeezed her back.

"I'm not sure where to start - Professionally, I'm an adventurer mage, but it's hard to know how much that really means, given how much that sort of line of work ends up diversifying depending on where you happen to be and who you are with. On way to think of me as a rush seeker, but it's good to be able to just explore things as simple as minor variants of clothes and charms and the way that it can give you a chance to be a different ideal of you." 

She smiled again.

"Like this place, I'd say."

"Yeah...~"

She takes a sip, and shudders a little at the heady taste.

"I'm an artificer - but it's hard to really talk about what that means when it's not just churning things out - half the time it's just listening to what people need and telling that there's a standard product that they can buy off the OTC's standard inventory that they just didn't think of, or listening to them telling me there dreams and aspirations to make something special."

"Oh yeah that's pretty relatable - when you are doing adventures, half the time the real thing you need to do is 'Politely ask them to reconsider because it's just not economical to fight in the way they think', and well..."

Her fingers entwine with hers a little more. 

"I hope that I can give people a chance to understand what they want and how I can please them, when I work, and that's why I really like this place - there's a lot less of the sort of comparisons floating about becuase none of this is really scalable in the traditional way, everything wants something different, and it's all linked between the people there in a way that makes it important that people are doing things how they want. You can just... enjoy being the sort of you that you were scared couldn't face the real world, because there's no reason to expect that you'll face something that you have to turn to another toolkit for, if you don't want to, and understand the point of having that."

She nods slowly. 

"I like being proffessional and ready to work for others, but there's just..." 

She laughs a little. 

"There's a lot of time I've already spent here indulging in just letting my heart guide me without having to go for anything more deliberate then that, but even with that..." 

She leaned forwards a little, hovering just before her face.

"I want to know more about how this ticks, and not just luxuriate in whatever comfortable bed the hotel offers me."

She shifted to brush her nose against hers, and her hand against her cheek. 

They rest like that, for a moment.

"I like the way that this lets me be free of the trivialities, and be free of what it would normally mean to be. I could be wearing a different body right now, and that would simply be... how it is. And another important thing is that... I'm allowed to enjoy the norms of all this, and enjoy the warmth, the food, the chance to discuss this all without it being silly or thinking about some distant ideal, and I can tell you that you are beautiful to me without that being bizzare or too forward or just... not the sort of thing that the me I am today would say, simply because this is a place of Love."

She strokes across her cheek more firmly, leaving a little shivery presence behind. 

"I think that you would enjoy the bacon options here, incidentally. It's one of those things that is really difficult to get to work exactly how you want out of here but well...~"

She breathes in deeply and does a small nod against her forehead. 

In a moment, she's ordered a bacon sandwich and is chowing down.

She smiles bemusedly, and orders herself one, too.

"It's important not to get lost in the sort of passion of what it feels like to... 'want' things, because there's so much that isn't just that, you know? I like reaching out to you, and it's good to be able to do that but..." 

She crunched into the suprisingly greasy sandwich, though it simply didn't get on her hands or face.

She smiles back a little uncertainly as she lets herself eat in silence.

A candleset appears on the table, issuing out faint white smoke above a sharp blue flame.

"It's a cleansing candle. Please don't worry about making me uncomfortable if you want to touch or anything, and I find that it just... works well, for me."

She smiles a little, and moves her seat so she can rest beside her and eat.

"And... I don't want to tell you not to feel that passion, or even that I'm not feeling it right now so..." 

She gently reaches her hand around to her cheek, stroking gently and brushing against her, hand slowly hovering around her face. 

"I want you to feel the flush of my hand, the way that my cheeks rise and my smile broadens as I look at you. I want you to have the chance to feel the pulsing of my heart, the way that my chest rises and falls, and how intense thisi s for me, with every breath I take, every beat of my heart, every moment that I spend with you, and remember that that's passion too."

She flushed softly, and leaned into it, eyes locking onto the slight flush of her hand, then the very deliberate rise and fall of her chest, before nuzzling against her shoulder to listen to her and feel her go up and down.

"I want this to be real, and for this to be a chance to follow things other then your passion, for this more than just some sex tourism for you but..." 

She takes her hand, and kisses it, before pressing it against her chest. 

"You can feel me up as much as you'd like."

She lay against her, and nuzzled in more, feeling her elevated pulse against her hand and hearing it against Ruby's shoulder.

Her hand slowly stroked across her chest, staying clowe to her heart but still gently pressing against her breasts. 

"...How do you deal with having that chance to be soft, when there's..." 

She trails off.

"Mostly, it just means that I can talk about my work, my friends, my stupid games and skills and like..." 

She leans back a little. 

"I can tell you how much I like the feeling of your head on my shoulder, or the way that I like the glistening of water or whatever, and I can tell that to you without having to tell you that I want you to stroke off my cock, because we have the shared understanding that we can do this without having to go there, or that you've already proved that you can go there and that there's nothing that you are importantly missing from not doing that because you unlearn the scarcity, eventually."

"Yeah I can see that..." 

Her eyes traced down her form and her eyes as her hands pressed against the plushness of her breasts.

"...Should I?"

She leans over, and kisses her forehead gently.

"You are safe here. You can do whatever you'd like, and I wouldn't be telling you about all the reasons that you shouldn't make yourself want this if it was the sort of thing that I was trying to exert pressure on you about. I'd be happy either way, and I'm sure that I can take good care of you regardless."

Her fingers dig deeply into her breasts, fingers squeezing them down so she can feel the flesh move beneath her hands and press up against her palm as she thinks.

..."It's weirdly satisfying to think, when playing with you like this."

She smiled back coyly and let out a warm sigh.

"That's the fun of this, you know? Don't get me wrong, going for something that's more instinctively parsed as satisfying passion from the start is good too, but..." 

"It's fun in a different way, and it's something that we can take with us, even without the fancy tech or fate workings."

"Yeah - it's so much easier to believe that I'm allowed to like this, or that there's no cost to doing this, just because it's a part of what I'm already doing - of my appreciation of you and breasts and this conversation but..." 

Her hand trailed down to her pants, and gently stroked a single finger down the slight bulge in her pants. 

"I want to know it, Ruby. So..."

She slowly slid her pants down, revealing the impressive size of her half-hard cock and the patch of fiery red hair around her crotch. 

She smiled slightly, and beconed her forward.

She gently wrapped her hand around her cock, feeling the way that it's girth pressed up against her hand as she held it, barely fitting. 

Her fingertips stroked gently against the foreskin as she found herself relaxing yet closer to her.

She let out a pleased sigh as she stiffened in her hand. 

"It's generally a good idea to use lube, Romana." 

Her hand stroked up to her cheek and across her lips.

"...May I?"

She smiled softly as she let her lips hang open for her. 

Her hand slowly sinks into her mouth, the flat of her palm resting against her lolling tongue as she let her hand get covered in her drool.

She let out a soft pleased sigh as she lapped up against her hand a little as her hand trembled a little against her. 

She slowly eased out her hand from her mouth, tenderly sliding her thumb across her lips until she fully withdrew, then held her hand up and turned it around to see how much it glistened.

She gently ran her wet fingers across Romana's hand on her dick, tracing fingertips across her knuckles and letting her fingernails gently glide across the back of her hand before letting her fingers dance between the gasp, sllcking up her cock a little.

"Feel free to rub a little."

She strokes, the motion smooth from the lubrication as a finger wraps around and up to gently slide across her glans, rubbing it against her tip. 

"And... like this, I can feel you, you know? I can see the way that you hair interacts with the light, and feel your smell, and the texture of you and I know I can feel those otherwise but..." 

She hums and lets her hand clench around her cock, and rubs the flat of her fingers across it.

Her hips buck a little, pressing her sex and thighs around her hand as she twitched as her precum slowly started leaking out.

She rolled her palm along her cock, clenching and sliding and slipping across her sex, smiling broadly at her reaction. 

"And... It's good to know that just because I know that you could have fucked me into the floor with that dick and had me moaning for more doesn't mean that I can't go and play with your cute lil cock of yours."

She flushed and pumped her hips as she slid against her hand, panting a little already.

She glanced down at Romana's thighs.

"I know it's natural to want to prioritize your partner, but remember: You are safe. You can do whatever you'd like. It's alright."

With one hand, she slid open her clothes to let her breasts flop free, and let her free hand gently rub around her clit as she panted hotly.

"...Please."

She leaned in closer, sliding her cock across her hand exquisitely, and spoke softly. 

"Please what~?"

She rubs her clit and flushes and pants and stares up at her lustily. 

"Pleasetouchmekissmebitememaulmefuckme."

Her hand pistons up and down her cock now, the little bit of precum she got on her hands enough lube to let her race to the finish line - 

- Her hand reaches out to touch the softness of her breasts - 

"Ah." 

She leans her head down to press a kiss onto her aureola - 

"A-ah..."

She shifts a little to press her teeth around her fat needy nipple - 

"Aaaaaahh~"

Her hands maul her breasts firmly but delicately - 

And her balls swell, fucking her hand as she reaches her edge - 

"AAAAAAHHH~!"

She cums, her cunt clenching around nothing as - 

She groans in pleasure as her cock spurts out thick ropes of cum as she reaches her climax sympathetically.

She lets out a soft pleased sigh, and rests back, her cock slowly returning to half hardeness as her bucking slows to a halt.

She slumps forward a little, resting her elbows against the table to catch herself as she wobbles a bit.

She wiped her hand on the table cloth, let out a low sigh, and gently reached out her hand to pet her. 

"..."

She breathed in deeply.

She took her own deep breath, following her instinctively.

Her fingers stroked firmly through her hair. 

"I don't know how much I need to say this but..." 

She timidly smiled. 

"You can make me happy. You don't need to do anything more. This is alright. I'm satisfied, and you are good." 

Her hand flopped down against her sex down from her clit, resting down, back pressing against her chair.

"I wish I knew more about how much it helped. I know that I can be helpful and productive but..." 

She rubs her head up against her hand.

"It's different to know that someone means it, just about something that's you not your work, yeah?"

"Yeah." 

She rolled her head on her shoulders.

"Thinking of myself as intrinsically valuable is... weird. It's easy to talk about the way that ethics works with the assumption that everyone is but..."

She nodded, and procured two cups of grape juice, handing one to her. 

"Dilute aftercare potions tend to help with this sort of thing, I think." 

"And as for that..." 

She smiled slightly. 

"I can tell you that you are beautiful, from the ways that your eyes shine to the way that you squirm to your smile. I can even tell you that it's really nice to get a chance to talk to someone who gets it and who has a chance to be compatible for all this. Or I could even tell you about the way that the fate manipulation works and how much it means that we ended up here, together. But mostly..."

She leaned over to kiss her forehead, and rested her lips against her head. 

"I''m not going to go and say that I love you, because that'd be silly and implusive and a little absurd, but I can tell you that I could, right now, and there wouldn't need to be a lie in there to make it work. That's more then just being okay or abstractly 'good', yeah?"

She flushes and buries her head in her hand, still panting a little. 

"I wish I knew what to say to that - I don't even really now what me loving someone looks like, beyond maybe something so... out there that I had to seal my memories of it to keep the normal intention of this whole experience. I'm new at this and I just..." 

She sighs a little, and takes a sip of the juice.

"Yeah I get the feeling. It's overwhelming and well..." 

She gestures at the potions, and at the slightly dazed looks on there faces.

"This is just supposed to be an exploration, of what it feels like. You don't..." 

She shakes her head a little.

"Need anything more, however much that doesn't fully sink in no matter how many times I say it."

"...Yeah." 

She blinked and curled up upon herself for a moment. 

"Can we... cuddle?"

"...Yeah." 

A plush bed appears on the floor, and a little floating device of intertwining metal that she palmed in her hand, then she twitched for a moment before kneeling down to rest back against the bed, appearing a set of pillows for herself as well.

"'Come 'ere."