There is in fact such a hotel! It's named the Gilded Rose; it looks upscale, but small. Quiet and out of the way off a side street, not near the main concourses at all.

"Like to think I'm street-smart," she mutters as part of her near-constant stream of consciousness rambling, "That's probably an overestimation. Just kept my head down in the hood. Still, I know sketch and this ain't sketch."

She stands tall (or short, at 5 feet with the ears), and heads in, trying to look confident instead of paranoid and tired.

The woman at the desk is half-cat, and dressed in a low-cut top with matching red gloves.

She curtseys as Wynn comes in. "Welcome to the Gilded Rose." Her eyes flick over Wynn, and then she nods, as if to herself. "Would you like to stay for the night?"

Yep there is a flicker of Wynn's eyes into her cleavage and a flicker of a wag in her tail before she resumes eye contact-

"Yeah." Confidence, confidence, no rambling, "At least for the night. Been a long couple of weeks. I don't have local money yet, but," she palms the floating pack, letting it unseal with a flicker of light, and pulls a stone square with little legs and a pair of dimly glowing lights of the runes for fire and control, "Really not feeling like going to the market right now. How about, I've got this - hot plate. Great for camp cooking, but I don't need it anymore." It took her a couple hours to make and most of that was trial and error. Surely it's worth something, though?

The woman's eyes flicker down to the hot plate, then she offers a hand. "May I test it?"

"Of course." She presents it with one hand. She knows it works. She made it herself. "You press this. It only has one setting and takes about ten seconds to get up to heat, and it's dangerous to touch while it's on. It doesn't cool down quickly, though. Rax it when it gets dim."

She thumbs the switch and watches as the runes light up. After a few moments of it warming up, long enough for her to feel the heat off it, she thumbs the switch again. Her face is unreadable.

"This is acceptable in kind, though I encourage you to go to the market to make proper coin for any further stays." She puts it in a drawer behind the desk, and produces a small silver key. "Your room key. Ishaza will attend to you and provide you with anything you may need." She rings a small bell on the counter. 

A purple-skinned, stunningly beautiful woman with goat horns and hooves comes out from a silken curtain behind the counter. She's wearing a long rich red silk dress that stops just before her hooves. She curtseys, and a gold and ruby pendant nestled in her cleavage shimmers softly. 

"At your service, my lady. It would be my honor to escort you to your room."

A flicker of nervousness in her expression - she subvocalizes "too much? frickin five-star-" and

Woah wait up she's hot. Her eyes track all the way down her thighs and back up. "Eye. Contact. Right," another whisper-quiet mutter, "Sex world." 

"Ahem. Right. Will it be a problem if I put down a couple wards? Totally temporary."

"Not at all, it's a common precaution. Your room is just up the stairs, if you don't mind following me?"

Ishaza gestures broadly to a narrow flight of stairs leading up to the second floor. 

"Sure." She holds in a sigh. Don't ramble. She's fucked up somehow, hasn't she? The place is too fancy, or magic items are rarer and more expensive than she thought, or something. And she doesn't know the manners, and she's had no human contact for weeks, and she- Follows.

Ishaza leads the way up the stairs, which just so happens to bring her voluptuous ass and thin tail right in front of Wynn's face. 

When they arrive on the top floor, she gestures to a mahogany door along one wall. "Here we are. Your key?"

Her eyes totally track the tail and butt as they ascend, especially if the tail waves around cutely, distracted into self-deprecating thoughts as she is.

Ooh, mahogany. "Where do they get mahogany," comes the mutter. She walks forward and inserts the key, turning it in the lock and pushing into her room. (Her following-bag might bump into Ishaza unless she moves out of the way)

Ishaza takes a sharp step back, then follows her into the room. 

It's a nice suite, with enchanted lights, a big, luxurious bed, a couch with a rug on the floor in front of it, and a spacious bathroom with a tub, sink and toilet. 

Ishaza curtseys again. "I would like to emphasize again that I'm at your disposal. You seem tired from the road; would you like a cold juice? Something more alcoholic? Food and drink is included in your stay. I could even have a meal brought up if you should like it."

She adjusts her pendant slightly. "If you would like some entertainment, I can sing, dance, and recite poetry or storytell; if you would like some care, there is a suite of beauty products in the bathroom and I would be happy to brush out your tail or massage you."

A nice place! Huzzah! She lets out a big sigh and looks around. Lets her clawed feet sink into the rug - carefully, don't want to break it.

Luxury! That she can evidently pay for with a couple hours' enchanting!

Something in her mental gearbox locks up for a moment at her tone and the entertainment thing, and massage-

-Right, without the internet, the equivalent of YouTube is literally a person who knows stuff. Okay, that makes sense, that's fine. Great.

"I think I aimed a bit higher on the fanciness level than I expected," she chuckles to herself. "Whatever. Money's for spending. Or magic stuff is for spending, anyway. Dinner would be nice - got no allergies or anything, whatever's good. Have you heard of coffee, or teas that wake you up? I know it's late but it's been ages since I had any. Weeks if not ages, at least. Oh, sorry, Ishaza, right? I'm Wynn."

She smiles. "Wynn. Yes, it's Ishaza. It's nice to be properly introduced. I know coffee; I can bring some up for you, and whatever's being served for supper. Feel free to make yourself at home; I'll be back in a few minutes."

She curtsies again, and leaves.

"With cream and sugar! And juice too! Thanks!"

She briefly tries to inspect the lights' structure with a stool made of construct magic, but the runes are well hidden. Oh well. She flops face first on the bed instead, after settling her bag down and pulling out her handy anti poison gold chalice Just In Case.

Ishaza returns within ten minutes, carrying a platter with steak and mashed potatoes on it, along with a glass of what looks to be pomegranate juice in her other hand. She slides out a small table from the wall in front of the couch, and sets the platter down on it. 

"I'll be right back with your coffee. Is there anything else you would like?" 

She's put her shield and knife away by now. "Smells good! Tell me about the city when you get back? I'm from up north."

"Certainly!"

She ducks out.

As she passes the front desk on her way down, there's a silent conversation communicated entirely though looks and body language. 

It goes more or less like this: 

How's the client?

Skittish. 

A little shrug. 

I trust you. 

When Ishaza returns, she's brought a tray with a french press, two cups, and a small tin of coffee grounds. 

"A new invention for the pressing of coffee grounds. I think it'll be all the rage." She smiles, sets the tray down across the table from Wynn, and begins to press the coffee right in front of her eyes. "You asked about the town, yes? This is Spasiba. You're in the high section of the trade quarter right now, where the Guild offices and high-class businesses such as us are located. The Tyrepts are southwest of us; we trade with them occasionally, which is where these coffee beans came from." 

She taps her lips with two fingetips, the motion almost a kiss. "It's quiet, here, compared to most of the Wastes. The odd pack of wolves or group of bandits. The local adventurers keep anything truly dangerous from approaching too close. And, in turn, the Gilded Rose offers comfort and succor to those adventurers. It's a profession that I take great pride in."

Wynn is drinking the pomegranate juice from her golden rune-laden cup.

She recognizes the press, and doesn't think to pretend ignorance. She begins to silently judge Ishaza's barista skills against her own, subconsciously. (She licks her lips slightly when Ishaza touches hers.)

"Oh man, the wolves. Sheesh. Those mutts are annoying. Took 'em a whole month to learn to stop trying me and eating fire for it. So, this quarter would definitely be the place to liquidate some gear and maybe have a chat with the Guild?"

And then, with an absentminded "pes" and a gesture, cleans out the juice left in the chalice. "Use this, please?"

"Certainly, to both your questions." She doesn't comment on the cup; instead she simply fills it from the press, and offers it. "I overheard you paying; it's rare we have someone pay in kind with runework. I would estimate there are perhaps a dozen people in the city who can bind runes, total. These lights were done by a local a few years ago; it's part of my duties to keep them charged with the occasional evocation. Given your generosity, you're to be afforded the establishment's best." She smiles slightly. "Please, don't forget your meal. Do you mind if I make myself a coffee as well?"

She's been eating, and takes another bite at the reminder.

An excellent data point! She's a rare magic item maker. Subvocalizing again, "A fucking tinker, oh shit." Her ears shift in thought back and forth. Is there a probable place she could have found the thing?? Who knows?? Nah, don't deny it. Don't confirm either.

"Well it was that or go wander around trying to sell it and fuss over haggling and be all grumpy for longer. And I have gotten really bored. I'm kind of impulsive sometimes, it's maybe bad. And go ahead."

She pours herself a coffee, and nods. "I don't begrudge impulsive decisions. It was an impulsive decision that started me on this path, and now I've made it my career and wouldn't trade it for the world. Risking something is always necessary in order to gain something." She picks up her coffee, takes a small sip that leaves behind a silver imprint of her lips on the cup. "And it's alright, the skill is not so rare you're likely to be accosted about it. Particularly as you've very capable of defending yourself. You'll certainly have clients if you advertise, but the chance of someone trying something unsavoury..." She shrugs. "Low. Not zero, but low. And anyone who would be so bold as to try to accost you here..." She shakes her head. "The Adventurer's Guild would be up in arms, as well as the local nobility. Places like this are of necessity neutral and safe."

"...You are seeing straight through me. Unless I just confirmed it, that's a thing. Bleh. I get it, Somer's Rock or whatever, yeah. Don't start a fight in the tavern, everyone loses." Sigh. "Well, since you're apparently a khaa build I can stop keeping the weird references in check, right? It's annoying. Even though I know you don't get it they just slip right out."

She laughs. "Alright. I've seen and done weirder things than you, I think."

"Press eks to doubt." This one was clearly, obviously deliberate.

She giggles. "At least you have a sense of humor about it. I get far too many self-important clients."

"Mmhm. I don't suppose you know where I could get some good data on magic theory? I'm, uh, kind of coasting along on insane blind luck here, honestly."

"I have the basics, but no runes. I wouldn't know where to begin, I'm afraid; but perhaps I could talk to someone about it in the morning."

"No rush." She is steadily sipping coffee having mostly finished the dinner and is occasionally brushing a hand through her hair or stopping herself from doing the same to her tail as if itchy or self-conscious.

"...What's the country like, where even am I? I really just went south from the Wastes until I got here and you can assume I'm about as informed as a four year old. Since I've already been revealed as a bakagaijin."

"Oh, you're from the White? Lovely country, from what I've heard. A bit rugged. I've heard there are natural hot springs there... But you don't want to talk about where you're from, you want to talk about where you are. The kingdom is Relvos, under Queen Selena Relvos; she's a young queen, but competent, and she's strengthened the Guilds significantly since she came to the throne, a situation we're presently enjoying. We have the city on the river, with the usual fields and pastures outside the walls; northwest of here is the border of the Untainted, though it's far from any major nation - the local minor kingdom is Valamin, so named because they grow valerian and other alchemic herbs for export; it's a bit of a nowhere place, but the land is fertile and safe. Out here it's more rugged, as I'm sure you've seen - we're practically on the border of the Green, here, the land is wild... but it's home." She sips at her coffee, and taps her fingers against the side of it. 

"Let me see... South of here there's the Vynait Republic, which, like us, encourages the Adventurer's Guild. They trade with the Tyrepts as well. The Vynaits are more of a human kingdom, whereas us and the Tyrepts are... the common word is "beastmen", but I prefer my native tongue's alrian, which means 'the joyful people', more or less. It's a local name - don't try that on the Tyrepts, they won't know what you mean."

"Beastmen." She snorts derisively. "Racism behind polite smiles. Power assembles itself. You know-"

She frowns and arrests an incipient rant about Social Justice and corruption and slavery and nobles.

"-Shutting up about politics. Just, no, that's not relaxing at all."

Sigh. She's homesick now.

"...Home is where the heart is. Paradise or ghetto. 'Till it gets worn away by time. I, um, shouldn't tell the whole story, but I can't go home, I think." She shrugs. "I miss the music. I miss the food and the - libraries. Don't suppose you've heard of rock music."

Ishaza nods. "I don't know it, but I can play the violin if you'd like something to listen to."

"I want to try showing you some. It's not the same at all without a full band but if there's a guitar and a couple drums around, at least..."

"I could have a guitar brought up at least, shall I?"

"I don't know. It's kind of stupid. Maybe I should just-"

She goes quiet in thought for a bit.

"Something about this whole everything is putting me on edge. So please don't mind if I just ramble for a while. I used to be poor, and- Poor by our standards, I mean. But there's so many little things that are probably expensive and inconvenient here. How many servants' work hours for a night in a room like this? Convenient lights, good plumbing, probably something for temperature in the walls. Is that amazingly luxuriant? If you couldn't afford at least that much plus app- magic items for household tasks, you were pathetic. A wretch deeply in need of help. And I'm-" She gulps dryly. "It's stupid that it feels like too much, room service in formal wear, and, not enough at the same time."

Ishaza sets down her cup. "... It sounds like you're a long way from home and hurting. I don't think you're pathetic; I think it's wonderful that you want others to be wealthy and free. Seeing the wider world for the first time can... be quite the shock." 

She looks seriously at Wynn. "I... it can be fraught, getting comfort from someone whose purpose is to serve you... but as one woman to another, I want to offer this. Would you like a hug?"

"...Yeah, when it's your job," referring to it being fraught. "No the waitress is not flirting with you," she mutters under her breath.

The industrial revolution and the internet were the greatest things ever to happen to human development, honestly. Grocery stores and electricity and running water: The terminus of mind-boggling amounts of effort. "Made life easy. But that's the whole point." It hurts to think about.

Slight headshake, and she leans back and closes her eyes. "But yeah, honestly, yeah."

She stands up, steps around the small table, sits down on the couch next to Wynn, and brings her into a gentle embrace. 

Her touch is soft and practiced. She smells slightly of cinnamon perfume. Her ample breasts do squish a bit against Wynn, but it's honestly incidental.

Wynn relaxes into the scent and touch for a while. This is nice. It's just... She might not get it, but she gets it. She just somehow feels more at home with Ishaza here than Luna.

Until she starts feeling awkward again and pulls away, at least.

"You know, a little spa experience would be nice. I want to try this first, though. Do a little music together."

She has a clear vision of it. Her beat up electric guitar and borrowed amp. Clear enough for construct magic?

...Apparently not. The amp doesn't work. Because she doesn't know how it works on, like, the electricity level probably.

She shrugs and lets the constructs vanish. "Apparently not."

Ishaza smiles wryly. "There's still our guitar, if you like. Or shall I go fetch a brush from the bathroom and attend to your hair and tail?"

"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."

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.

Ishaza giggles - but a flush comes to her face, too. 

Her nipple perks right up beneath Wynn's tongue, poking her a little. 

"Brave of you. Let me see..."

Ishaza pulls at Wynn's undershirt, gathering it up to pull it over her head. 

"They can't outsmart us if we don't plan!"

She lifts her arms for long enough to let her undershirt go free, flushing.

And Ishaza dips her head to return the favour, swirling her tongue around one exposed nipple. 

She hugs Ishaza around the shoulders again, clutching close. Pressing more of her body against her, seeking skin contact.

Her tail reaches forward to curl around Ishaza's waist, but it isn't quite long enough to go all the way around.

She'll just have to move in a little closer, then. 

Skin presses against skin as she embraces Wynn, and begins to kiss and nibble at her exposed shoulder. One of her hands rests in Wynn's hair; the other takes an unashamed handful of her ass.

Yep, tight hug. Warm and soft. Heart's pounding, twitchy with anticipation. It's probably for the best that Wynn isn't particularly strong to go with her speed.

"-Yeep!"

"...That wasn't a bad yeep!"

Ishaza smiles, and traces her hand up from Wynn's ass to the small of her back. "A little fast?", she teases. 

"Maybe? I dunno, I- It all feels nice but I'm like, want everything all at once except I'm also scared. And embarrassed to ask for a um, a thing that maybe. And I don't know what I'm doing and like, duh, but still I don't and-"

She squeezes tighter in the hug.

"And yeah maybe slower."

Ishaza nods into Wynn's shoulder. "We can do slower."

She squeezes Wynn firmly, then pulls away a little. "It's alright to be embarrassed, but I can hardly give you things I don't know you want, can I?" 

She picks up Wynn's hand and lays it over her heart. "Feel that. A simple heartbeat. I'm a person just like you. I'm here to serve you, and if you want to make my job easier you can do it by being clear about what you want. I promise I won't laugh or judge you. I've seen and done practically everything."

She mumbles as she continues, "There was this um. Story? Pattern? I guess? Where you'd give me a massage, just a regular one and just get. More and more like sex and less like a massage over time. Usually with a guy massager and him ending up fucking the girl but forget that bit."

Ishaza's lips quirk up a little. "Yes, that transition is certainly easy to make. Would you like to lay down for me, then?"

"Mmhm." She starts pulling away from the hug, slowly. "-Oh also. Have you heard of- Well, you wouldn't know it by the name I do. A thing where for some people, certain sounds right near their ears feel really tingly and good? Not in a sex way, usually..."

"I'm aware of the effect of whispered words, but not any other sounds in particular... Perhaps you could teach me?"

She shivers and lets her hands fall from Ishaza's back to her waist, gently.

"It depends on the person and not everyone gets it. Soft scratching on various surfaces, tapping on things, tapping things on each other. Cleaning and brushing type sounds. Covering the ear entirely, like plugging it, sometimes. Alternating which ear. 'sk sk sk' or like-" she makes a tongue-clicking sound. "-I don't know the, mm, actual techniques any more than I know the rest of yours. Sorry."

Ishaza leans in, brings her lips close to Wynn's ear, and whispers: "sk sk sk sk sk sk sk..." 

"-!" Both ears pivot around, and she shivers.

"Hahaha. Yeah, I think you'll do great at experimenting with it, unlike me. Glad to provide the idea."

...She clearly hesitates before she does, but she kisses Ishaza's cheek, then leans back further and shakes her head.

She scoots back on the bed and nimbly flips over, laying on her front, tail gently swaying over her legs as she flexes her clawed feet slightly.

Ishaza kneels over Wynn, and presses her hands in firmly against her shoulders, stroking with her palms before pressing in her knuckles. Slowly, she works her way down to the small of Wynn's back and then back up again.

Looots of relaxed happy sounds can be gotten this way. She steadily loses some of the nervous tension she was still carrying despite everything so far. Her tail slowly wags, she reaches to touch Ishaza with a hand now and then.

Ishaza moves a little lower and starts to knead Wynn's ass and calves, stroking firmly, still keeping to what a masseuse might do but not at all hesitating to dig in her fingers.

It's nice. She slightly tenses and slowly relaxes at the touches. Something still seems to be on her mind, though.

"Is it weird," she asks at one point, "To say 'thank you' here? Or- I mean, I still thought I was just renting a comfy and safe bed I keep not thinking sh-stuff through... I dunno where I was going with this."

"I guess the price didn't tip you off because you didn't know how much your spellwork was worth... And no, it's not weird to say 'thank you.'" Ishaza gives Wynn's ass a firm squeeze, then comes in to kiss her shoulder, leaving behind a silver lipstick-mark. "It's nice to be appreciated."

"It really is... Brute force and ignorance. And cheating. So much cheating. My only solace is that you'd probably be confused if dropped into my home."

Its kind of hilarious to think about actually. Ishaza versus The Internet. Being mistaken for a con-goer. 

Meeting annoyed cops and confused bureaucrats.

It's no longer funny.

"Well, thank you."

Ishaza draws a hand through Wynn's hair. 

"You still seem a bit tense. Something on your mind?"

"Just worrying about doing the right thing. I might get into politics if I try to fully explain it."

"... You should know that all Guild courtesans, including myself, swear an oath not to share anything we learn while intimate with a client. I can guess at the outline of your story already, and it feels like... it would be easier for you if you weren't hiding."

She sweeps her hands down Wynn's back firmly.

"But of course, it's up to you to decide whether to share or not."

 "-This is a totally separate thing but I don't know if I can trust that, you know. Unknown dangers are a hell of a lot scarier than known dangers. I'm not feeling any danger here but that only actually works with direct threats anyway. I think."

"For reasons I don't wanna share, suddenly I'm both lost far from home and - kind of stupid amounts of strong? And also have other weird stuff going on, which is a whole other can of worms. But - I still feel like a scared kid. In more ways than one. And fucking up when I try to help people doesn't help. I- I want to gripe about it but boo hoo I have all this magic power and don't know what to do with it, like, bruh. Could be worse. Could be way damn worse. Stop complaining."

Ishaza nods thoughtfully. 

"Everyone can only do what they feel is best. I think you're being... a little harsh on yourself, though obviously I can't know for sure."

She leans in against Wynn's back, bare breasts pressing against her bare back, and kisses her ear.

"Shall I distract you?", she whispers.

"If I'm not harsh-" She starts to say, and trails off. She turns her head and looks into Ishaza's eyes. Then at the rest of her. She listens to that outside voice, to Ishaza's intentions.

She bites her lip and sighs a small, huffy sigh.

"Y-yeah. Distraction."

Ishaza nods, and pulls back a little. "Then please, roll over."

She bluuuushes.

"Okay."

She draws her tail across Ishaza's bare skin first, though. Up and down her back. It's just... Fun to use it like that. It's surprisingly flexible. Less precise than hands, but somehow more playful, more deniable.

But she does flip over, tail coming out from behind her on the right. It's okay to look. So look.

Ishaza looks her over, and her smile gets a little sharper. 

She presses her hands in again, starting just above Wynn's hips and then moving up to caress and massage her breasts and shoulders. She dips her head again to kiss and lick and nibble at one nipple, her hands working together in time with her mouth.

Wynn takes sharper breaths as she escalates. This is hot. She's being... Fondled. Played with. And she's pretty sure Ishaza is enjoying this too, which makes it - a lot hotter.

She puts her hands on Ishaza again once she dips her head, gasping and gripping slightly at particularly good moments of stimulation. Well, one hand. The other is... Not actually touching herself, though it keeps drifting in that direction.

Ishaza's hand catches Wynn's as it slides towards her groin, and she presses it down against the bed next to Wynn's head. 

"Now, now," she chides. "That's my job." Her other hand pulls sharply at Wynn's last remaining piece of clothing, tangling it around her knees - and then the same hand snakes in to caress, not at Wynn's groin, but along her inner thigh, just shy of her sex. 

She's startled, but that's hot-

"Mmmmnn~"

She bucks her hips up slightly, half-voluntarily, trying to reach Ishaza's hand.

Ishaza doesn't quite let her reach, her hand slipping further down her thigh. While it's there, she pulls Wynn's underwear over her knees for good measure. 

She kisses at Wynn's breasts once, twice, three times, and then her head moves downwards to kiss just above her navel... And then down again, just above her mound...

There's a moan of disappointment, but then she gasps- "You're going to- Eat me out?" Her tail starts thumping against the bed cover.

"Mmmmmmmmmhm." Ishaza's voice is low and satisfied. Her hands spread Wynn's legs for her, giving Ishaza a view that she obviously appreciates.

Her lips come to rest where her hand was a moment earlier, kissing again at that delicate place just shy of Wynn's sex. One, two, three, four kisses, and a little nibble, and then she turns her head and her mouth presses fully against Wynn's pussy in a deep but tongue-free kiss. 

She pulls away a little, letting her hot breath wash over Wynn's sex, and then back to the inner thigh, kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss... 

Oh god, yes. Her hands find their way to Ishaza's head - one gripping a horn, and the other her hair. Gently, though. She moans and squirms slightly, mutters "come ooooon" and similar half-formed pleas.

Her sex twitches slightly at the hot breath, hips bucking just a bit again.

Ishaza lets Wynn pull her in, and starts to lap firmly at her sex with long, slow, broad-tongued licks. She follows the guidance of Wynn's hands, positioning her tongue just where that firm grip on her head wants it.

Where does she want it? Yes. The answer is yes. She's not especially coherent or discerning at the moment.

Though actually - she pulls gently upwards, more towards her clit. After this much teasing, though... "I'm- Closer, close, oh-"

Ishaza's tongue deftly flutters against Wynn's clit, dancing against it with gentle touches - but she just won't let up, and even soft stimulation can overwhelm given enough time...

Something's coming undone. It's different than when she does herself, but everything's different, she's so turned on, and it's being done to her, no wonder-

It doesn't feel like anything so dramatic as a dam breaking, or a barrier snapping. It's more like a crescendo, not sudden, but unmistakable. Something deep inside her slips free and relaxes in a way that is almost lost against the pleasure.

She doesn't scream when she comes. Instead she almost locks up, arms and legs clenching, moaning out an extended "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" before finally relaxing all at once, like a string was cut.

"...'Mazing."

Ishaza leaves her with one final soft lick against her oversensitive sex, and then shifts up to lie against Wynn, pulling her in close. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she purrs. 

She snuggles up close, affectionate and with a little 'eeee' noise. Legs and arms wrapping around. Tail too. And kisses on the nearest surface (a shoulder).

"Yeah. It's - completely different, with someone. I want- I kind of want more but uh. Maybe in a minute."

Ishaza smiles and draws a hand through Wynn's hair. "You were beautiful. And of course you can continue if you like." 

She pulls Wynn a little closer.

"Mmmmm." 

Snuggles first, though.

"...I know you don't need, uh, reciprocation but. I don't wanna, uh, embarrass myself next time. If there is a next time. And it's a girl not a guy next time. And uh. It'd be nice too, just. Nice to do nice things. I'm babbling."

Ishaza smiles widely. "I would love to teach you."

"Eeee." She blushes about that for a little while!! "I really am lucky here..." (This is said mostly to herself.)

Snuggle. Happy clingy snuggle.

"...Okay. Enough cuddle for now. Teach me the ways of the tongue, o Jedi Master."

Ishaza runs a hand through Wynn's hair. "Alright. Theory first before the practical, or would you like to just... dive in?"

She dives her face deeper into Ishaza's neck in response.

"Um. Theory's probably a good idea. A lack of theory's bitten me a couple times recently, yeah."

"Alright, so... Tell me what you know about your own anatomy, from your experience masturbating. What have you tried? What feels good to you? Having an understanding of yourself is a good foundation to build on, especially for people with the same parts as you."

"Umm. Aheh. I touch my mrrflflrr." Headshake. "My- P- My vagina lips? Slowly, most of the time. And my thighs. And my clitoris. That hurts to be rough with. And... Pushing things in, long as it's gentle. I know you can do butt stuff but No Thank You Sir. -And my breasts, uh yeah, and I really liked the massage and the brushing and other casual touch but all that was not necessarily in a sex way? I have a- A vibrating thing. And a couple of dildos. But I don't actually use those that often? It's more- A sometimes thing. I used to look at porn a lot but lately I can't do that."

"... I think the establishment can stand to offer you a complimentary book of, ahem, artistic woodcuts."

Ishaza kisses Wynn's shoulder. "The technical term for pussy lips is labia. Labia majora, specifically, but labia is generally sufficient. And yes, it's not common for women without mutations to enjoy anal stimulation..." 

She seems to consider her words. "The underlying basic understandings are... If you want to tease, use variation. If you want to bring someone to orgasm, find something they like and repeat it. Whenever possible, take cues from your partner and let them control their own stimulation, essentially letting them use you as their masturbation aid - they know what it feels like and you don't. With me so far?"

"That's - rings true to what you did to me, yeah."

She does a little mental math. How much is a nice hotel room and an escort? ...Two grand? Three, four? And books are way more expensive when you have lower tech.

"...Are magic items really that valuable?"

"It's a very specialized skill. Yes, magic items are that valuable. At least here; it might be different in other cities or kingdoms."

A bit quietly, "Great responsibility, eh?"

"...Okay, yes. With you so far."

"In particular with the clitoris, very small motions - even just holding a touch - can allow a woman to flex their pelvic muscles in such a way that they can effectively masturbate just from the touch. Similarly with grinding against someone's mouth. The person who it's being done to almost always has input."

She... Moves her hips slightly, picturing this. "Okay... A lot of letting them control what's going on, but you did say that's a basic. What about kissing how- Do you do that right?"

"Well, that depends on what kind of kissing you mean. There's several different kinds which use slightly different skills. The key thing to keep in mind is that kissing is a way to convey emotion, and different kinds of kissing do that in different ways..."

She can continue in this vein for quite some time.

Wynn doesn't actually take notes, but is engaged and happy about this lesson. As long as there's some actual practice later, too. And then several more rounds of enjoying each other into the night.