Ishaza catches a faceful of tail, and makes an "ack" noise before breaking out in giggles. 

She recovers her composure quickly, though.

"As you wish." There's that slight, knowing smile again.

She presses Wynn's tail down into her lap and begins to brush it in long, slow, rhythmic strokes, keeping a steady pace. Every three or four brushes with the brush, she goes through it with her hand, smoothing the tail out and keeping it nice and bundled together. Every other time she puts down the brush, she picks up her construct bottle and uses it to dampen the tail down a little. 

This goes on for some time.

Between imagined thoughts of what (might!!) be coming soon and the closeness and pleasant brushing she is definitely more aroused than usual. Not to heat levels, thank god, but. Surprisingly strong for not-that!

Her tail keeps trying to wag, but stays in one place easily enough. Wynn maaaaaay be semiconsciously brushing her leg against Ishaza's and looking at her boobs more than incidentally and slightly leaning on her and getting increasingly bad at pretending otherwise.

Ishaza smiles, and kisses Wynn's forehead. 

"... You're all tense, even now. First time?"

"-Gh. Super effective!"

"Ha! I- No, yes. I mean I wasn't sure, I uh, I'm not sure, that this. I mean, I didn't actually- You know."

She gestures vaguely, and covers her face with her hands.

"Bleh. Aughhhhhh."

Ishaza smiles slightly. "Yes, this is a brothel, and yes, I am a courtesan." 

Her hands come to rest lightly on the tail in her lap. 

"So. It's up to you to decide. Do you want me to leave, or shall we continue? You can always say to stop."

Her head flops against the back of the couch.

"I will. Think for a bit."

*chuckles*, I'm in danger, in-fucking-deed.

Yeah? Well what if she wants to be 'in danger'? What if she wants Ishaza, this hot, soft, nice-smelling, thoughtful/patient, erm, attendant, to offer her a happy ending? Those soft hands smoothly displacing her witch dress and a soft giggle in her ear and-

Aaah!

So. What's so 'aaah' about it?

.............

What do you mean, "............". I need something better than that!

She's never done anything like this before.

Girl, you're in a sex world. The wolves tried to rape you. Half the plants are aphrodisiacs. You met a naked woman who thinks she's a cat. (Ugh, that whole thing, at least it's over.) Anyway, if you're going to lose the V card this isn't a half bad way. Also, you've already paid.

(She smells really nice. She's touching your tail.)

Oh yeah? Well, that's the other thing. If you really did pay for that, aren't you pressuring some poor girl into - stuff? That's a whole bucket of worms.

...Okay, you've maybe got a point on that one. Not that Ishaza seems discontent, and there's no collar and nothing in the air that stinks of control when she (not so) subtly looked. And there is plenty of worse out there. If this were a collar situation, no way in Hell. But, logically, Ishaza is probably having an alright time.

Arguent le Third: This is service industry. You should feel like shit for thinking about having sex with your hairdresser.

Fuck off. She liked some of her customers and bets she would've been much happier about it as pay and fanciness level increased. And thought some of them were cute even!

She's really horny, and Ishaza is right there, all you have to do is say 'fuck me' she's probably really good at it-

It's still scary. It just is.

It's kind of pathetic to buy sex.

Where's that one coming from? Vague disdain for simps? It's like you literally said out loud, to the pimp madam manager?: Money's for spending.

Ishaza's hot. Like really hot. And she's already kept it in her pants for a much more questionable circumstance. You've already paid! Embrace the scrooge!

Counterargument: No, go hide in a hole.

"Train of thought's going in circles. Got anything to weigh in on for me AAAAAAAAH!? Please?"

Ishaza carefully sets down the brush on the table in front of her. 

"I've done this hundreds of times; choose for yourself, not for me, because I enjoy this and if it's not you it'll be another client, probably less inclined to wonder than you."

Her brow furrows slightly. "And... At the risk of pressuring you, I like you. You're strange, yes, but also kind and earnest. Few of my clients perform for me when I'm supposed to be their entertainment. If I were the one choosing, well..." She slides two fingers slowly across Wynn's tail. "I'd put my mouth to other uses than talking."

"I don't self-identify as kind. Earnest, maybe, but- Muuurgh. That's, yeah, that's the- Most of it-"

It feels like she's thinking about jumping off a cliff.

BASE jumping is an extreme sport. People do it for fun. And she could fucking survive jumping off a cliff with a teensy bit of magic.

"You should brush my tail some more so I calm down. And then you should, uh, do more than brushing."

She nods. "As you wish." 

And she picks up the brush again, and draws it through Wynn's tail.

You've gone and said it, BB, you crossed the line. Went all in. Leeroy Jenkinsed. Up to eleven.

So go ahead and enjoy it properly. She leans into Ishaza, head on her shoulder and hugging her, feeling the lovely brushing, trying to recapture the mood of just a few minutes ago. It's not hard.

Ishaza brushes, using her hands more, less afraid to touch Wynn in ways that can't be brushed off as coincidence. She's still bringing in the brush as well, but most of the time her fingers are deep in the soft weft of Wynn's tail.

"Now I wish I could purr," she mutters. She's clinging tightly - still scared, doesn't know where to put her hands, doesn't want to let go either. "You were right by the way. Uh, f-first time. I m-masturbate, but- Yeah."

Ishaza nods and drags the brush through again. "A rare gift... Thank you for trusting me with it." 

She strokes Wynn's hair out of her face with two fingers, and touches Wynn's chin, lifting her gaze to meet Ishaza's. "I have a weakness for virgins, actually. They're my favorite kind of client."

"W-well I mean. It's obviously going to happen sooner or later. Willingly or not. I choose willingly. And I don't want to be an anxious paranoid bitch forever either."

Ishaza simply nods, and returns to brushing Wynn's tail. Soft, lingering strokes.

Squirm squirm. Deep breaths.

"...You're gonna make me escalate, aren't you?"

Ishaza smiles. "Not necessarily. But if you would like to continue the tail-brushing on the bed, say..."

She kisses Ishaza on the shoulder and vanishes out from her spot on the couch in a sudden flurry of movement. By the time Ishaza can turn around, she's kneeling on the bed, her witch hat and dress and cloak settling messily over her bag. Just undershorts and a loose undershirt. She smirks.

(She likes showing off when she can, just a teensy bit.)

"Well that's a welcome surprise." 

Ishaza gets up, casting the brush aside. As she approaches the bed, she undoes a clasp on her dress, and it falls off her like water. She's not wearing anything underneath. 

She kneels next to Wynn, takes a soft handful of her hair, and draws her in for a gentle kiss.

She gets nervous again and freezes up entirely at - wow.

"Oops, I said that out loud."

And then her mouth is busy. She will. Try to kiss back? Try not to worry about it. And kind of cling to her. And nuzzle her neck when the kiss ends.

"I'm- A contradiction inside a joke surrounded by coping mechanisms wrapped around an excitable squirrel sometimes. Haha."

Ishaza just strokes her hands through Wynn's hair, one thumb stroking at the delicate inner part of her ear.

"You're beautiful. Just breathe. I'm here, and I'm going to guide you through this at your pace, alright?" 

The hand that was caressing Wynn's ear shifts down to trace her collarbone with one finger. Ishaza's finger lingers in the hollow just above Wynn's sternum, where her neck meets her body. She makes a little circle there. 

"May I touch lower?"

"-Yeah. I'm just - fight or flight." Her ears and tail are slowly moving in an uncertain pattern. She's rather staring at Ishaza's hand - where's it going next, huh? Also her boobs. They're just compelling, okay?

She slides her hand a little lower, until it tangles in Wynn's undershirt; then her fingertips walk over to Wynn's right breast. Ishaza presses in her palm, feeling the size and weight of it through her clothes. Her other hand is still tangled in Wynn's hair. 

"... you can touch me, " she says, "anywhere you like. I see you looking. Go on."

Hers aren't nearly so big. But still plenty sensitive.

She hesitantly reaches her hands up towards Ishaza's (mutter: "Pillows.")

-Then instead on a quarter-second impulse goes from an upright kneel to a butt-on-heels kneel and leans forward and licks one instead, squishing her head into Ishaza's chest and hugging her.