Cynthia happily lets Bysellia cuddle her, relaxing herself and being as pliant and obviously willing as possible as Bysellia's tentacles start touching her.

"I speak to teach you, then. And maybe you learn reading."

Much less hesitant touching, then! She snuggles herself up, her leg and arm and torso snuggling closer as her tentacles gently wrap.

"Joy and cooperation! You teach me, I happy. I happy you? Oh... I want..." Frown. "Touch speak? Learn speak touch?"

"You can speak touch? That'd be great, yes. Teach me! But now embrace and cuddle." Cynthia closes her eyes and lets Bysellia take the lead.

"No. I want learn touch things. I don't want things you don't want. I don't know speak thing."

She cuddles firmly for now. The Maid takes clear consent really seriously!

"Well, let's learn touching things then! After sleep." Cynthia eventually manages to fall asleep while being embraced by Bysellia, leaving her free to explore the apartment if she so wished.

Oh, she's tired.

Bysellia should have recognized that. Okay. She's kind of horny... But also kind of sleepy, and it'd be quite rude to do anything uninvited.

She falls asleep promptly, too, once she lets herself. She wakes up after about six hours, thoroughly cuddle-entangled with Cynthia. Her crotch was grinding up against Cynthia's leg for part of the night, leaving a wet spot... She bites her lip and carefully un-cuddles, trying not to wake Cynthia, and goes back to the shower room to enjoy the hot rain. 

After a little while she starts touching herself, wrapping one tentacle tightly around her own breasts and squeezing firmly, while the other rubs back and forth over her labia. Standing is a little bit uncomfortable, and she misses her favorite tentacle friends who would wrap all around her while they fucked her thoroughly. Masturbation is just not quite the same. She rubs circles around her clit with one hand and tweaks one nipple, then the other, with her other hand. She wants to put her lips around something... But instead she just enjoys the sensation of hot rain as she - Actually, she can grab this part and move where the rain is coming from. That's interesting...

......Oooh. That feels very good. She holds the shower head in place with one tentacle, spreading her labia with the other so this new, intense sensation can get better, and better, and she's moaning happily now as she presses it to herself.

She orgasms, sighing happily and letting the pleasant experience wash over her. She grins in the shower. Now, she still wants something inside her... And she has two lovely tentacles practically designed for that. It feels even more vaguely taboo than what she was doing already; Masturbation isn't something that one does often when there's so many beings so willing to pleasure you for you. But that tentacle slips gently into her well lubricated pussy and gently pushes deeper and deeper, then in slow rhythmic thrusts as she continues to wield the shower head on her most sensitive spot.

Hopefully loud moaning in the shower doesn't wake Cynthia up.

Bysellia is finished eventually though. And not even after that long, by Pink standards. She dries herself off again with magic, grinning warmly, and wanders about the 'apartment', after that.

Everything is designed to make the apartment's biggest room, with a glass window taking up virtually the entire wall, be and feel as spacious as possible. The only thing in the apartment's kitchen is a microwave, fridge, and sink, looking rather lonely in the corner. More research reveals a sauna that has a glass wall, just like the one in the main room, giving a view of the many skyscrapers and surrounding this one, together with the distant streets many floors down. There's also an emergency exit hidden away, with the emergency stairs. It probably has dubious utility in a building this tall, anyway.

She wonders if all of these things are magic; The water isn't, recognizably, magic, more like it's being pushed up from somewhere far below?

Then she's enraptured by the view out the window and stands there in front of it, taking in everything she can see.

Cynthia wakes up, walking up to see Bysellia while wearing a spectacularly sheer and thin layer of lingerie covering her body from top to toe. "Bysellia, do you want clothes like mine? I think you'd look great dressed in them."

She shrugs. "Maybe? I want to leave this box. Cynthia is good but - I want-" She waves expansively at the view out the window.

"You can have! And so much! I think you should have more clothes, still." She looks around and tries finding the loosest robe she has that's most likely to fit Bysellia, before waiting for her in front of the elevator. "This one goes down", she explains. The elevator is unusually large, and doesn't feel claustrophobic at all.

...She'll put on the robe. Reluctantly. 

"I don't like clothes."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just... thought you didn't have them on just that once." She quietly takes off Bysellia's robe. "Outside is very big!" she explains. The elevator reaches the outside of the building very, very fast. There's a van waiting on the road right outside her skyscraper, and it's utterly huge; it has sliding doors high enough that you're able to stand inside it, with 2 rows of bench seating facing each other. Cynthia opens it, making her way to one of the two rows, spreading her legs and sprawling out over the three seats. "This takes us outside", she explains. "Sit down and enjoy the space."

She sits on the far side, but looks longingly towards Cynthia.

"No clothes okay? The space... This is all... I want to say things but don't know! Hmph. I don't like don't know. I liked cuddles, lots. I here to speak things. I here to learn. I here to touch."

"No clothes okay, yes! More space means more comfort. It means you can move and sit how you want. Not everyone wants to touch all the time. Well, all the time, someone wants to touch." Cynthia has fun in opening up her body as much as possible in front of Bysellia: putting her knees as far away from each other, her arms apart, lying down and sprawling out all over the place. The seats are plenty spacious for her to move in any way she wants, of course.

She's standing again, stabilizing herself with tentacles wrapped around armrests and watching the city zoom by.

"I want to touch you more more, here and here-" She fondles herself briefly, "Happy joy touch. Me-everyone wants to happy-joy-touch all the time. Not-me-everyone don't want to happy-joy-touch all the time. You don't want touch, I don't touch."

"You can happy-joy-touch many people! I touch many people... but people like the people touching them to wear pretty clothes, not nothing." Cynthia thinks to herself for a while. "I can bring you to people who want touch. I think you want clothes and toys first. Very possibly."

Thoughtful frown.

"Pretty clothes are okay if people like pretty clothes. People like things is good. I want more speak. More read. Be near many people and-" tap her ear. "Do that?"

"Yes, do that with many people! That means a lot of happiness." After a bit more conversation, the duo finally arrives at Cynthia's destination: a beautiful park that stretches far, far into the distance, with many walking paths, ponds and a lake large enough for scuba diving. There are big birds, looking like turkeys, walking around with their huge, beautiful plumage.

....Oh. These are wilds animals. It's like the far west, the 'pure'. The only tentacled being here is her. She feels a pang of loneliness. But she did sign up for this. She offered, knowing she would go to strange, strange lands.

She prays for a minute before getting out. 

She stays attentive to where Cynthia is going and what she seems to want, while listening and trying to learn as much as she can. It's difficult. The one-way ability to know only helps so much, and she feels like she's forgetting things. But one of the Maid's core tenets is to try your best and never be lazy, so diligence is the order of the day.

(Still totally naked, tentacled, and apparently completely unselfconscious about these facts.)

Cynthia just walks through the beautiful park, showing off the many pretty flowers, and the trees with a few boys and girls climbing them in short, white skirts. Someone can be seen making their way out of the lake, dressed in scuba gear.. (Everyone's probably fine with Bysellia walking around just because she has the tentacles. And they probably think she's not actually showing her intimate parts, just giving that look as part of her outfit.)

Ahh, they have to use equipment to breathe underwater? She feels bad for them...

This place is very confusing. But she tries to pick up vocabulary quickly.

"I was sent here," she tells Cynthia. "My home is different. My boss is a person and isn't. It's complicated. She wants people to do things for each other, and follow rules that are good, and be happy by doing things for each other, especially touching intimate places. She wants me to learn what people here want and do so she can send more people like me later."

"There'll be more of you? That's going to be amazing! What awesome powers do they have?" Cynthia eventually finds a white bench overlooking a small pond, with carefully chosen white, green and purple lilies floating on the water, and sits down to admire the park's beauty.

"A lot! I don't have words for them! I don't need things to go in the lake, and I can do water things, and I can do don't know words things, and touching things, and I am very hard to hurt, and I have these," she gently twitches a tentacle, currently resting on the grass, "And if I stop... being a person... That's wrong but I don't know... My boss lets me sleep in her home until I am a person again. Some of the animals in my home are not very nice, but I kind of miss it."

Cynthia thinks for a few seconds. "Bysellia, I think I want you to start touching other people. I want to buy you some clothes and things to start, maybe. Do you want to come with me and start touching other people, too?" She makes a move to kiss Bysellia.