"I think you know best. I don't want to choose things until I know more. Thank you for welcoming me, I was scared when I scared you... But you are kind."

She snuggles up to and hugs Bysellia. "Thanks, you're so caring and loving."

Hugs!!!

It's not that this place is ugly. She remembers growing up in a little village somewhere, vaguely... Before all the everything. It's been a while since that village, since the old manor house...

"I love my boss, and she says to love everyone and be smart and work hard and help people, and it feels very good to do that and be liked for it. I'm happy."

She decides to enjoy the beautiful weather, the beautiful flowers, and the beautiful park for a while, together with Bysellia. "You want those clothes now? Before getting to touch other people?" she asks, excited to introduce Bysellia to the wonderful world of thomassian lingerie.

It's kind of tantalizing, the idea of wearing clothes for once. And because she's being told to, so she'll be more attractive. She feels a thrill of arousal at the idea.

"Yes, they sound fun. I want to look good and follow the rules."

Cynthia calls for the same huge car that she rode to the park last time, this time taking it to a lingerie tailor. One with a couples' changing room. There's a wide array of mannequins wearing small thongs, or sheer underclothes, or robes that are rather see-through, and others in a wide range of pretty patterns. "What would make you look pretty? You think?" She looks at Bysellia with excitement in her eyes.

There's some variety here. She's struck suddenly with the idea of being a live model of all these. "Hmm... Dark, but not covering much? Maybe a few shiny rocks? Ooh, like that," she points at a short skirt. "So people can't see unless I'm close. That's fun."

Cynthia walks over to a slightly blushing woman. She presses some buttons on her phone and receives a pair of thin, cylindrical keys from her. The she makes her way over to the couples' changing room, opening the door for Bysellia and the the one in the adjacent unit. The changing rooms are, as always for thomassia, quite spacious, with a bench for sitting down and to simplify changing into new outfits, together with a square mirror the height of the wall. Cynthia opens the door into Bysellia's changing room, revealing that the two changing rooms are connected. "So, what clothes do you want to start on, you think? One of the skirts, say?"

Wow, that's a big mirror. She looks herself over and tries to imagine various outfits. Maybe so she can bend over to flash hints of something, if she wants... Hee.

"Okay? I don't know clothes. You know clothes. It sounds fun to show them off to people though. I see why you like it. I'm, uh... No word."

(Her pupils have changed to be heart-shaped. And there's a little bit of wetness visible down below.)

Cynthia gets surprised and startles. "Do you know the word, unhygienic?" She shakes her head very briefly before tapping her phone again. "Some clothes are coming here. They come through hatch." Maybe 10 seconds after explaining that, a few pieces of lingerie all down through a hatch: several thongs, some with more lace than others, various bra designs, negligees of very thin material, and a skirt that leaves very little room to let anyone bend over while preserving their modesty.

"Yes. People here care about that? I have a power about that. I don't get dirty and I don't use toilets. I don't know if that's good enough."

Oooh. She lays them out neatly and looks them over thoughtfully.

"Yes, people care about that a lot, actually. How don't you use toilets?" The various clothes on the bench are all black or some shade of purple-black; the material is very, very soft, breathable, and cool to the touch. A few of the panties a have a flower-pattern, and are often made incredibly sheer outside a very small patch very slightly larger than Bysellia's clit.

"My body is made of powers, not things? Sort of? Has a lot of powers in it? Don't know words. What do I do for this? Here." She says the three words associated with doing water-things, and dries herself off thoroughly. "That, keep doing that? It didn't go everywhere like in the shower. It stopped being a thing."

Cynthia, stunned, nods in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "That's a power, to be sure. Many people would love that power." She points at a skirt and one of the thongs, hoping to see what Bysellia would look like having those on.

She puts the skirt on. 

"Some people can give bodies powers. I can't. And it's very difficult. Powers are - small person from two big person gets them usually, too? I'm not sure I like these. They'll keep getting wet, and they'll get in the way," she says of the thongs.

She twirls in the skirt and smiles at how it flares, though.

"There are special ones that don't get wet. Perhaps you'd like those better?" The skirt has a subtle aerodynamic design that makes it twirl even more than what you'd expect. Cynthia lifts one of the sheer, black gowns, starting to dress Bysellia in them. It creates a layer of lace between her skin and anyone looking at her. Cynthia starts being mesmerized...

"Maybe. I like how there's flowers and patterns here. Maybe there's a pattern that's more like my these things?" She moves one so it looks like a climbing vine. "Like that... Oh, I like this. You can still see me a bit..."

She looks in the mirror and walks and raises her arms as if serving food, and bends down in a couple of different ways to see how it hangs on her. "Maybe something to make it stick to my skin a little bit, to be kind of tight. I like the rubbing."

It does hang reasonably loose, forming a layer of fabric over her body. "I can get you a bodysuit? It'd probably take several fits, though." Cynthia finds a measuring tape in the adjacent changing room, quickly using it to take Bysellia's measures in several places. "It's a bit of waiting before the bodysuit shows up. I'm sure you'll love it, I have few like them myself, actually."

"As long as it's still kind of thin. One of my powers makes me very not like heavy clothes. I really like the skirt! I think it should be blue and black."

She picks a bra, one of the lacier and less concealing ones, and puts it on under the gown, then curtsies at Cynthia.

"You know clothes. Is this good? I want people to know they can touch me if they want. Are there clothes that mean that?"

Cynthia nods about the explanation of her power. "Taking the clothes off mean they can touch you if they want. If you don't have any clothes to take off, you never really make that obvious. See the problem?" Bysellia can get a bralette made of a whisper-thin material made of nothing but lace. It's very carefully designed to be almost imperceptible when on; the lace looks like it might dig in some places, but it's soft enough to feel like nothing.

"Oh, I like this! Are there, um, shiny water rocks? I like those. I know they are - don't know word. Not many of them, and many people want them, so they are-" wave vaguely. "Don't know that word."

"Pearls? Yes, we have tons of pearls. We have good enough water control, so we can grow them well. You can have tons of pearls." The bodysuit for Bysellia falls through the hatch. It uses teeny magnets in the fabric, rather than a zipper, making it totally seamless to put on. And it fits perfectly all over her limbs, while having very careful and well-hidden gussets that let Bysellia move in total freedom. The rubbing of the material feels a bit like getting stroked when she moves around, actually.

"No, not pearls. Blue shiny rocks. But pearls are good too. It's no rush."

...The bodysuit, once she's put it on, is pretty amazing. She goes through a whole series of stretches and light exercises with it. As long as there's holes for her two back-tentacles, at least. She keeps them curled up almost like small wings behind her when not using them to hold two different things up and compare how they look, by habit.

...She starts trying to subtly show off for Cynthia while also trying not to seem like she's showing off.

"Some diamonds are blue shiny rocks, so are sapphires. I'm not sure there are many of those in the ocean." Cynthia can easily realize any time someone tries showing off for her. She doesn't respond to Bysellia. "That's plenty of clothes, for now. I'll let you get many chances for touching people, once it gets a bit darker. There's one more thing you'll want, still." Cynthia moves her fingers towards Bysellia's mouth, trying to open it, touching her fingers against her lips, seeing how far her mouth can open up, how sharp her teeth are... "Something that makes it so your mouth stays open and available."

She giggles and lets out her tongue.

All ten inches of it.

"I don't think I need that~"