"Por que no los dos? Hahaha."

Ishaza runs a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry, that flew right past me. Neither? Both?"

"Both. Sorry. Being a bit of a troll is fun."

Ishaza halfsmiles. "It's alright. Perhaps if you stay here more you could teach me some of that language... But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me go fetch that guitar."

She returns a few minutes later with a five-stringed instrument that's recognizably a guitar - if somewhat thinner and slightly smaller. She offers it with both hands. "Here you are."

"I don't really know it, that's- a running joke."

She takes the guitar carefully and inspects it. "Oh, we use metal for the strings. Should be fine. It's kind of small?"

She can make a pick with construct magic at least.

After a short bit of tooling around and trying to figure out how to tune it, "This... Is different too. It's not as deep. Hmm. I can-" She furrows her brow.

"No, that wouldn't work... Or maybe it would... I'm thinking of trying air magic to deepen the sound. All the sound in the room I mean. It'd put my voice closer to the original too. Unless this is secretly a terrible idea somehow...?"

"You could just densen the air in the resonating chamber, that ought to work." She lets the comment about Wynn's voice pass.

"Right."

She tries it. Plays the intro riffs a few times. And then with a clear and smooth voice.

"It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten. What the color of her eyes were, or her scars and how she got them..."

It's an angry song in its original form. Fast and upset and confrontational. Her singing gets faster and louder, even if the single instrument changes it into something more melancholy.

She kind of loses herself into the music.

Ishaza listens attentively, and when the song finally finishes she applauds and smiles. She seems... a little touched, actually.

"... Thank you for sharing your song with me. I'll treasure it. If you would like to continue I'd love that, or I could go fetch the brush and some water and attend to you."

"I'm glad. I just wish I had - the whole thing. The original thing. It's not my song. The band is called Rise Against. But they put it where anyone could hear it, and play it, so it's borrowed, I suppose. I'm not sure what else I would play... Most of their songs aren't the current mood." She hugs the guitar.

She-

Sees a glimmer of where this is going by now. If she's not - overinterpreting? Which she might be? The fancy dress, the pendant right where it draws the eye to cleavage, a dozen tiny things-

It's scary and exciting and arousing to think about. So she doesn't, aside from something in the corner of her mind going 'hey, doesn't this seem like...'

She. Is. Here. To. Relax. Don't worry about it. Take that focus, that over-buzzing mind, and push it all away. Think of it like sleep. Just Stop Expecting Things.

Does having her hair and tail brushed sound nice? It does. So she can do that, and think about the next bit when the next bit arrives.

For the first time in her life this mental pattern mostly even works, whatever strange feature of willpower being isekai'd has given her helping.

"Some brushing sounds lovely."

Ishaza gets up and goes to the bathroom, and brings back a small bottle of water and a wooden hairbrush. 

She sets them down on the table. "Shall I set the guitar aside for now?"

"Sure." She hands it over carefully.

Ishaza sets it aside in a corner of the room, then comes back over to the couch and sits next to Wynn. She murmurs "chirr-vin-lo", and what looks like a spraybottle top appears on the bottle. 

"Head or tail first?"

"-Head first," she says after three seconds of agonizing over the choice, free-associating to flipping a coin, then 'heads or tails', then 'head'.

Ishaza raises the bottle, and squeezes a bulb on the construct, spraying a fine mist of water into Wynn's hair. 

Then she leans in, and begins to brush, gathering the strands with one hand while the other draws through the hairbrush's bristles. Soft, small, gentle motions against Wynn's scalp, careful of her sensitive ears.

Ahhhh. "-Can you go behind the couch actually? And back again for my tail after, I guess. And, uh, I bet my ears need cleaning too, sorry."

"That's perfectly fine." 

She gets up and stands behind the couch and continues to brush. When she reaches the ear again, she takes it carefully in one hand and draws the brush across it lightly, carefully smoothing the light fur there.  

"Mmmmmm." She shivers a bit when her ears are brushed.

She stretches her arms and legs a bit, moving back and forth quickly to shake out stiffness, though trying not to move her head, then settles into a comfy position against the couch back.

"I never seem to get dirty but this is still really nice. I still feel like I've been in the wilderness, you know?"

Ishaza gently massages Wynn's head with her hands a little, and listens to a certain particular someone...

She's into it. She likes being teased, but not in an edging or denial way. She'd like to receive head from you. 

More difficult, but perhaps worthwhile - overstim, sex magic or aphrodisiacs, fire play, some use of toys. 

"Care and service soothe the soul." She shifts a little, and keeps brushing out Wynn's hair. A slight smile rises to her lips. "Among other things."

"And there's nothing wrong with relaaaaxing once in a while." Those hands are nice. She's relieved she can't purr (she tried), or she might be purring right now.

She spritzes again, draws the brush through a few more times.

"There."

Ishaza lets her hands fall. She comes around to the front of the couch, where she sits down and gathers Wynn's tail into her lap. 

"It's nice to be a little closer. Touch conveys so much, don't you think?" 

She strokes Wynn's tail broadly with one hand; then she brings in the brush and begins to straighten the soft hairs.

She lets out a small 'eep' of surprise, then shivers and then chuckles and mutters, "I'm in danger."

Oh man. Oh geez. She's never had her tail brushed by someone else before, just done it herself. It's... Different. A pleasant caress, over and over, near her core.

....Ishaza can probably tell. CHA build. She could hope not, it's kind of embarassing, but. No, she definitely knows.

....If she knows, is...? Nah. Just because she's kind of hoping...

....Everything's fine. They're probably just kind of touchy-feely here. Like Italians or something.

"I'm not... A super touchy person?"

"Should I stop?" 

There is definitely a teasing note in there. 

Oh no

She flicks the tip of her tail up, batting the fur against Ishaza's face. "Nooooo."