There appears to be a point of sourceless pale blue light hovering in midair in her main room. It slowly expands, taking on a roughly humanoid outline. Something about it seems to indicate- 'I'm curious, not belligerent.' 

Cynthia looks at it in confusion. She thinks about some of the combat moves she's seen on the reenactments, instinctively taking stock of all the potential weapons in her apartment, before just calming down and curiously paying attention to what happens next.

It resolves into a naked alien(?) woman. Completely hairless from the neck down, quite well-endowed and shapely, and remarkably if not absurdly pretty, in a slightly-alien way. She looks around curiously, then sees Cynthia and bounces on her feet a bit and waves! The two long, smooth, fleshy tentacles extending from her back wave too!

Cynthia jumps in shock. She instinctively closes her legs, which were splayed open, and curls herself up as she moves away from the mysterious individual while sitting in her couch. "I don't know who you are and very much want to know!"

She frowns and backs away. 

"...I... want to know?"

Cynthia realizes that there's almost certainly a language barrier. She somewhat panickedly taps on her phone. There's an image of a smiling child being happy in a sandbox, next to an image of a child kicking sand on the other children playing. "I want to know! I want to know you!"

Scaring people is not what she wanted, really!!! She was hoping for not-that! She looks around for a way to leave. What is with this... Strange angular and hard cave?

"I don't know. You - 'I don't know who you are!'." She does a surprisingly decent voice mimicry. "I know 'are, you, who, know, don't I'."

Cynthia gets scared by the voice mimicry. She start pointing at things and saying what they're called. "Cynthia, name, couch, sit on, floor, stand on, everything here, apartment. Uhh. You name?"

"Bysellia."

'Apartment'. That's... Huh. Huh.

"Cynthia, apartment. Bysellia, don't apartment."

Nod firmly. Raise hands placatingly. Gesture and look around in exaggerated confusion.

"Welcome... welcome..." Cynthia repeats in confusion. "Do you have any needs? I want you happy."

Shrug! She will mime breathing by taking exaggerated breaths, hands on her ribs, then drinking by bringing cupped palms to her lips.

Then, after a moment of extra thought, hold her hands up, thumbs and index fingers forming a ring, and thrust the tip of one of her tentacles through it demonstratively.

"I want you happy. I want everything happy. I - I want - Bysellia, you-" Shrug "...I don't know."

Cynthia tries coming up with as many words as she can. "Together joy happy share equal friends cooperate hug food sleep care warm room comfort space together. I uh... do you need to be in water for something? What's the drinking... for?"

She thinks for a bit.

"I need water." She holds up three fingers. "I need sleep." She holds up two fingers. "I don't need everything else. I happy everything else."

Cynthia nods at Bysellia. "I have water? Much water. Come with me." She takes Bysellia towards the bathroom. It has a large shower cabin, easily big enough for 2 people, built around a pool in the corner. "Water here!" she says, pointing at it. "You can get water. And sleep next to me, if you want."

She follows, slightly bemused, then reaches out with her extra senses and gasps. She turns the tap, then bends over and follows the pipe down to the floor, across it, and up the wall, staring intently towards wherever it goes as it fades into the rest of the building's plumbing.

"Water!" And then excited babbling in some unfamiliar language.

Cynthia smiles slightly after seeing Bysellia bend over. "Yes, much water. Endless water!" Turning the tap makes the water go from cold to hot instantly, and there's a special shower head that floods the entire shower cabinet with water. It forms a powerful torrent all over Bysellia's body.

She jerks slightly at the temperature change. Her gills open, suddenly visible along her torso where they were near-invisible lines before. She stands in the stream and smiles, letting the hot water run down her body.

"I want to know more. Cynthia, joy, cooperate?" She points to her ear and makes a questioning sound, then the same thing with her lips.

"Cynthia, joy, cooperate! Well." She taps through her phone, finding a dictionary with the pronunciations of various words, playing it for Bysellia. "Bysellia hug Cynthia?" She opens her arms to go in for a hug. Although she'd change out of her clothes before walking into the shower to hug Bysellia, of course.

She listens to the dictionary reading with increasing confusion.

"I don't know-" gesture at phone. "I know Cynthia. Hug yes!" She turns the shower off and says three words, and suddenly all the water on her skin spritzes off her towards the drain. Hug time! The two tentacles are involved in the hug! She is quite strong and firm.

Kiss, too?

Cynthia gently rubs her head against Bysellia's as they hug each other. She doesn't seem like she's wanting a kiss. "This hug is great!" She hugs Bysellia back, enjoying the warmth of her embrace.

"Yes! Cynthia is warm."

Hugs are nice, and being pleasing to others is also quite nice, and what she's actually here for in a way. She'll hug as long as Cynthia wants.

It's just over a minute before Cynthia is done with the hug. "Let's be happy together, OK?" She starts ever so slightly dragging Bysellia with her to the bedroom. It has a king-size bed, although the room isn't much larger than it. "Bed together, too?"

The Maid whispers in her ear; Cynthia is pretty vanilla. Nothing too surprising for a non-supplicant there, but it reminds her that Cynthia is a non-supplicant. This is a different world after all. And even she never went all the way to the pink, preferring to slide towards it by degrees instead.

"Bed? Let's be happy together. I want to know. I can't know-" gesture at the phone, still reading off from a dictionary. "I know you."

Cynthia points at the phone. "Phone!" she just says. "It speaks like me. Does it not work?" Cynthia decides to lie down on the bed, ostentatiously spreading out her legs and arms to make it as obvious as possible that she feels comfortable being vulnerable in front of Bysellia, closing her eyes with a pleased look on her face.

Oh, nice! Bysellia flops face-first onto the bed, parallel to Cynthia, so that she can reach with her back tentacles, slowly wiggling towards a tenta-cuddle if there's no objection.

"I don't know phone speak. I know Cynthia speak, Bysellia speak... Thing. I don't know thing speak. I know not-thing speak."