Cynthia has gotten everything ready for an evening with Bella: some food she'll love, some underwear that she knows Bella will love getting a look at, a massage routine that'll work miracles, some lovely soap for when she gets off her grime in the shower. "Are you loving the view?" They race past efficient, simple, unadorned skyscrapers, but there are many pockets of greenery between them. Cynthia stays close to the few cars closely following the tram actually moving people who just need to go from A to B.

Her instincts from when the adults taught her to "sit properly" kick in, and she lets everything be further apart as she tries out different positions to Put Comfort First and Be Assertively Vulnerable. "Yes, it's... so relaxing I think?" They drive into the car lobby, and Cynthia holds her hand as she steps out. How romantic! The car starts driving itself to the underground parking garage after Cynthia gives it two friendly pats to the car door.

Getting up to Bella's floor isn't too slow. Once they get there, Cynthia starts rushing ahead of her, opening the door to her apartment. They have time enough for a leisurely shower together before the food arrives. Cynthia literally gets paid to take off a ballerina's clothes! How can it be possible for the world to be this nice.

Bella makes herself easy to undress, helping Cynthia as she gets her out of her ballet outfit. It's not built to be easy to take off, and it can feel a little restrictive, but Cynthia succeeds in sliding off everything, touching her so carefully and respectfully with her impossibly soft hands. The layers get smoothly thrown into a sky blue laundry bag for later.

Cynthia takes a couple steps in front of Bella. She slides her left hand behind her back, feels around for a few seconds, and touches something that makes the black dress reaching down to her knees part at the back and start falling to the floor. She of course lazily rubbed her open palm against the back instead of fumbling with her fingers, her outfit was of course built around getting her naked in one smooth motion, without any awkward fumbling...

Cynthia stretches in front of Bella, stretching by putting each hand under the opposite foot, wiggling a little seductively as she does so. Her panties are made of a mesmerizing, symmetrical mesh, and they form a design of a butterfly when seen just right. They fit perfect as they have to, and they dry fast so it'll be OK to use them for showering Bella. Her bra has a similar mesh pattern, and it's lovingly designed to get out of the way as much as possible under her bust. Cynthia stretches her arms up and in a circle, standing on tiptoes and using all the space she can, as is traditional. She deliberately keeps her arms at her side, to give Bella the unobstructed view of her beauty that a paying customer deserves, as she enters the bathroom ahead of her to start getting it steaming up.

Bella follows Cynthia, taking the slow and weary steps to sit on the wooden bench in the center of the room. She sits down, supporting herself with her hands, and sinks into a lazy puddle under the vast range of the showerhead. She keeps her eyes closed as Cynthia starts the shower, massaging her back as the showerhead above drenches every part of her. Then Cynthia washes her with soap and kneads the... hair bottle, Cynthia knows all the beauty stuff, into her hair. Then as it's given time to work, Cynthia massages the rest of her body: neck, shoulders, more and more of her back, and her thighs and feet. "I do not wish to be massaged in that particular place" she says totally neutrally as Cynthia makes her way further up her thighs, smiling and pleased at her teasing as she relaxes her legs further and lets them go wider. Eventually, she's had enough of a shower, and gone through Cynthia's massage routine. She wants to just relax in the warmth. "Cynthia, could you grab my phone? I don't want to get cold." She rapidly opens and closes the door, before returning with Bella's phone. She begins reading some of her favorite sites as she basks in the warmth of the bathroom. The food's not quite here, yet.

Cynthia waits obediently behind Bella as she uses her phone, in case she wants to be massaged more or to use her for support. She has another quick round of massaging her shoulders, before quietly walking out to get her food. She hurries out to the robot carrying the order for the two of them before going back in, with the trays of food for each of them. She places the food on the dining table in the Main Room, before making her way back to the bathroom. "I'll get you dried off so you can eat while the food's still hot and tasty." Cynthia opens the dedicated towel locker, drying off Bella with multiple obscenely fluffy towels. They have prints of Bella's favorite characters and artworks, and a smile forms on her face when Cynthia displays them to her before drying her off with her towels.

Bella walks out in the appropriately heated-up apartment to begin eating her meal. She decides to use the hoisting robot in the roof to support her. Her legs are weak! She has set up her app to move the upper half of the robot right outside her bathroom, while carrying her light-duty sling belt that goes around her waist. She quietly lets Cynthia grab it for her and get it on her, and she turns on the support until she feels more like she's pushing herself than walking. Bella gets to her table and lets the robot handle easing her into her chair, feeling herself be gently lowered into the chair as she lifts her her knees... it feels strangely like being in an elevator. Then she takes off the lid to look at her meal; Cynthia dealt with this too!

It's an ungodly portion of ultra-spicy chicken and rice, cooked in tomato sauce, and wonderfully protein-rich like what an exhausted body like Bella's is almost certainly screaming for! She made sure to not make it too spicy to prevent Bella from eating everything at once, to end the meal with a lasting, pleasant aftertaste, and to let her wolf it down to feel triumphant afterwards. She knows her well enough to realize that this is what she needs when she's really, really tired. Or she might want a taste of her aggressively zesty chickpea dinner, which of course is just as much an option for her client.

With how hungry she is, it's not a long time before Bella finishes her dinner. She scoots gently over to one of the huge windows of her apartment afterwards, taking a look out. The opposing apartment's windows are blacked out, so she knows she's in private. She motions for Cynthia to cuddle her bare skin, and shivers with joy; this might be the best part. All good things must come to an end, and she lets this be where she ends the night with Cynthia. She elects to keep a very attentive eye on her as she goes to the process of getting back into her dress, bending as comfortably as if she were in the total privacy of her own home, before leaving to actually head there... leaving Bella by herself.

Well that ultrasound right after a performance is mandatory, so she might as well get going.

She heads to the nook of her Main Room, awkwardly making her way over, as she reaches for her ultrasound kit. She reaches down with the probe, focusing it on her feet, and taking a look at the screen to be sure that it's managing to put together a good view of each foot. It doesn't look scary to her amateur eyes, but her ballet company pays for a Diagnostician to get a look to get her medically cleared. So much peace of mind! She could imagine that ballet could really hurt your body, but she feels so safe with how everyone is taking such good care of her like this.

Of course, that's so she can do it to make people happy. She knows how bad the world was, and how much people have had to give up to let her life be this good. She's grateful for it every damn day, and she does her well best to deserve all the care, love and protection that her family has shown her. She thinks wistfully about taking that oath from her brother, his promise to keep her and her things safe, preserve her bodily autonomy, and keep bad guys from hurting her. She remembers when she heard about that bone-shaving surgery from her ballet teacher. She wanted to do things for her family and society, and be brave and caring like her brother. She didn't hesitate. The doctors made it so it didn't hurt at all.