"Goddess, that's quite the delightful set of options," she replies, her blush deepening a bit. "I'd quite like it if you could brush my tails for a bit. After I've relaxed some, maybe we can talk over dinner?"

"That sounds wonderful. One moment while I fetch a hairbrush..."

She gets up and goes into the bathroom, returning moments later with a large silver-handled hairbrush. She sits down next to Sable on her couch, and smiles slightly. 

"May I have your tails, then?" 

Three violet, fluffy tails drape across Ishaza's lap, and Sable squirms a bit trying to adjust her position before finally accepting that the only comfortable option will be facing away. She leans sideways against the back of the couch, her faintly blushing cheek resting against the top.

"May I touch your back to steady you?", Ishaza asks. 

Her hands busy themselves with Sable's tails; one hand brushing with the hairbrush, the other guiding, smoothing and shaping. She's not shy with her brushstrokes, despite the fact that she only met Sable a few minutes ago.

Sable shivers. Oh that feels good. "You certainly can," she replies.

Ishaza focuses on the tail to her left first, working from its tip to its root with long, firm brushstrokes. 

And she listens, quietly, to a certain sense she has...

Naturally dominant and sadistic, but has an underexplored submissive and masochistic side. Cares a lot about care, giving and recieving it. For sex acts... Eating people, often creatively. Giving tentacle sex, getting oral, fingering or being fingered. Whether giving or getting, likes deep penetration; when giving, prefers cowgirl or bending her partner over some furniture. Enjoys missionary, giving and getting service, but especially missionary is strongly associated with being in a serious relationship for her. 

Well, isn't that surprising. 

She keeps brushing Sable's tail contemplatively. 

Well, if Sable tries to eat her the wards will trigger. The issue is really that she now knows rather more about Sable than she suspects. 

Let's address that. 

"Sable, would you mind if I asked you a few delicate questions? Just to help me serve you better. In case you don't know, all courtesans in Spasiba swear an oath not to speak of what we learn during our intimate encounters."

"You may," she replies, still blushing, and on the edge of purring from the continued brushing. "I rather suspected there might be an oath like that in play. S'part of why I'm here."

"To begin with... Have you ever been to a brothel before?"

She finishes with the left tail, and moves on to the middle one.

"No," she says.

Ishaza nods, and keeps stroking Sable's central, working through her brush and disentangling the fur.

"Secondly... Are you human?"

"I," she starts, then pauses for a moment with a soft sigh. "I was. Now I'm an inkblot who can do a very convincing impression."

She holds up a hand demonstratively, and it melts apart into a blobby, inky tendril, then reforms.

Ishaza nods thoughtfully. That tallies, more or less. All kinds of strange things happen to adventurers.

"I'm sorry to have brought it up, if it's a sorrow to you."

She drags her fingers through Sable's tails. 

"... I think that's all the questions I have for now. Thank you for your honest answers."

"It's... complex. Not exactly a sorrow, not exactly not. It's a story I probably need to tell at some point. Hope of telling it to someone who doesn't need me to be anyone in particular is part of why I came here tonight, even, if you don't mind hearing a tale you might find rather... outlandish."

She sighs again. "That's a tale better told over a meal, though, and perhaps after a bit more petting and brushing."

"Alright."

Ishaza settles her hand and brush onto Sable's right-hand tail, and continues to brush and pet. She's clearly done this hundreds of times before; the motions are smooth and practiced.

After a stroke or two, Sable starts to relax again with a faint shiver. After several more, she starts purring. A quiet contentment seems to radiate out of her, telepathically.

Ishaza smiles slightly, and gathers the three tails together and starts brushing them as a group, her brush wandering back and forth as she strokes firmly.

The purring vibrates through her whole body, and for a very brief moment her awareness of her form slips very slightly, letting the vibrations show in one spot as ripples in the violet liquid visible there instead of skin. She resolidifies quickly, gasps slightly, and stretches.

"You are good at this," she says with a blushy grin. "Thank you. I feel much better. How do you feel about dinner next?"

Ishaza's brushing hands slow for a moment. "That would be lovely. What would you like?"

"I trust your judgment," she says with a grin. "My only requirement is that my transformation has made me an obligate carnivore, and plants and fungi can't play more of a role than garnishes or at most a thin flatbread wrapping a sandwich."

Ishaza smiles. "Then I'll arrange a meat platter."

She lays in a few final strokes with her brush, then carefully settles Sable's tails to one side and stands.

"I'll be back in a few minutes. Would you like tea, coffee, juice, or something more alcoholic?"

"Tea, please, Ishaza. Thank you."

Ishaza departs with a curtsey, leaving Sable alone in the room.