Cynthia jabs a finger down Bysellia's throat. "It's not about need, really. It's... it's showing them you are comfortable letting them use your mouth and that you don't have to worry about them doing something you don't want because you know you'll want what they'll do."

She shivers slightly at the intrusion and keeps her mouth firmly still.

Tilts her head slightly, then nods twice.

Cynthia, mildly surprised, decides to experiment with how well Bysellia can keep her gag reflex under control. "I use a mouth guard with a ring of lotuses. I can get you one of those, and you'll be all ready, and can touch all sorts of people. OK?" She smiles at Bysellia. Then she starts getting ready to pack all the things she's buying for her, before getting ready to ride home with Bysellia. People usually make house calls in later in the evening, and Bysellia would absolutely be focusing on those.

She doesn't appear to have a gag reflex at all, and finds the experimentation kind of funny and kind of hot. She hugs Cynthia gently, on impulse, and makes 'mmm' sounds.

"Thank you for showing me that clothes can be fun. I'm glad I have someone to explain things instead of just wandering around. I'm just sad I still don't know words until I hear them or I would have so many more questions. I never learned how to read back home, you know? It never seemed that important."

Cynthia grins at how casual and comfortable Bysellia is with having things inside her throat. "Reading is not only important, but importantly, reading is fun. You've lost a lot of chances to have fun because you didn't learn to read. You can fix that now, here." Cynthia starts walking Bysellia back to the huge cab. With the money Bysellia will be making, she'll be able to drive like that anywhere... and move somewhere coastal. And gigantic. Cynthia is quite pleased. "Maybe you can learn some reading with me, at home?"

She picks the bodysuit and mouthguard to wear outside.

It's an indicator of sexual availability. She's going to wear it basically all the time.

"I was - a person who doesn't get to choose things - a cleaning person who someone owned, and then I was alone because I ran away from that - which hurt a lot but I'm better now - and then I was with the happy-touching-people and my new boss and there wasn't anything to read in their city. I do want to learn now! And I want to help you for helping me."

Cynthia smiles at hearing how much better Bysellia's life has gotten. She sits down in the cab, slouching and sprawling out, taking up all the space she can, as the ride home begins. "You should try sitting like this. Taking up space, and celebrating how you can have so much to yourself. How you can be free and don't have to curl yourself up or bump against anyone else, just sit freely and put your own comfort first."

"My wants are about not putting my own comfort first. I want to - be for someone most of the time. That's really nice. If they're nice, and not mean. When someone owned me... Not all powers are nice. There are metal clothes-" she mimes a collar. "That make you want to do what other people say, and not want to leave or take up space or break rules. By making you feel ow, or making you feel good. My boss hates those. Only people who want to do what other people say, should."

"It sounds like putting your comfort first means something different to you than it does to me." Cynthia closes her eyes, enjoying the soft, well-padded seat on the brief ride home. After arriving, she takes Bysellia with her on the fast elevator, quickly ending up inside her luxurious apartment high among the clouds.

"I think so. I don't know how your city works yet. I knew how my city worked. If I wanted something to touch my favorite spots I just had to walk for a bit and they'd grab me - if I wanted it or not - and everyone knows that'd happen and you just don't go near them or you powers at them if you don't want that. Talking about it and preparing for it so much is different. I want to go swimming later, or learn to read, or lots of things, but my boss says you have to make yourself useful first, then you can have fun."

She does finally sit and kind of sprawl out, though. Laying down on her side, tentacles stabilized against the roof.

Cynthia nods once. "Learning to read makes you useful. Why not start there?" She taps a few things on her phone, and a projector begins showing a woman her age standing in front of a blackboard. She explains the thomassian writing system, what letters both look and sound like. They're all very compact and angular, sharp edges and straight lines. Cynthia sees if Bysellia manages to understand what the teacher on the projector is saying, but repeats her words if that's necessary for Bysellia to understand what's said.

She's not stupid, she's quite diligent, and recognizes many of the words being said, but the comprehension power continues to not work through recordings.

Cynthia, ever so mildly confused, repeats the teacher's words, wanting Bysellia's reading abilities to improve as rapidly as possible.

She writes a small sheet of notes (if paper can be found) with unpracticed hands and starts repeated drills, practicing pronunciation of letters and short words.

"You don't need to help me if you want to be alone. I think I can practice what I know and learn a bit more now."

"That's great! You're going to feel fantastic about being able to read and write. Now, I kind of want to enjoy a steamy bath..." Cynthia strips in front of Bysellia, before making her way to the bathroom, where she enjoys the warm steam filling the shower and heating her up, as well as her favorite soap feeling gloriously silky and soft against her skin.

"Do you want me to join you or should I save that for other people?"

"Don't save yourself. You cuddling would only make things even more nice and warm, so please come on in."

She will follow Cynthia into the bath, then! Cuddles are nice, and not everything has to escalate to sex right away.

"But I want to do more than cuddling for you. I want to touch your best place and make you feel really good. Or touch you in rubbing ways that aren't the most sensitive place. I don't know the word for either of those things... Unless you're just not into me, or don't want to get exhausted for later, I mean. That kind of touching is really amazing and I think it's silly how I still don't know the word for it."

"That's something I want to wait for until right before I fall asleep. You can touch me anyplace else." Cynthia repeats her move of making it as obvious as possible that she's consenting and comfortable with being touched by Bysellia, relaxing herself and opening up her legs and arms inside the plentiful space of the shower.

Bysellia will work on a nice gentle massage then, focusing on her arms and legs, slowly up and down. Her skin is smooth and warm, and she presses just hard enough not to push Cynthia away, using both the tentacles and her hands. She starts humming idly.

"Is this good? Tell me where is best?"

"You're really hitting me just right... thanks..." Cynthia says, dazed by the bliss she feels from Bysellia massaging her. She enjoys herself like that for a while, before walking to a cabinet under the sink. She shows Bysellia a dildo, looking like it's made from a hexagonal mesh of some kind. It's fairly girthy; it would only just fit into Cynthia's mouth with her mouth guard on. "Can you show me how well you'd be able to handle this? It's basically made of holes, so it doesn't stop your breathing, don't worry about that. I'm just curious about how well you can handle it and whether it causes any discomfort or anything."

It's very nice to know that massages are still appreciated here. Cynthia deserves a good massage. And Bysellia will bask in the service for however long she wants one.

...She gives it a stroke with her fingers first, to see if the surface is rough. It's not.

Is it time to show off and lavish this dildo with love, as if it were attached to someone she's serving? Probably not. This feels like a responsible sanity check, not some kind of playful test. So she calmly raises it to her mouth, opens wide, and takes it deep, bit by bit - paying attention to how the mouthguard feels, compared to doing this without one.

And hold it deep in her throat for a bit, feeling the lovely pressure of something large and phallic resting there... It's curious to be able to still breathe like this. She smiles.

And back out. "I'm okay. No discomfort."

The mouth guard is soft and comfortable, but it does force her lips to not give the thing in her mouth the embrace it'd probably deserve. It doesn't let her muscle be quite as relaxed as they would be without the mouth guard on.

"Well, I was curious to see what kind of moves you'd be able to handle. If you'd ever flinch away and sort of, reject the thing making its way into your mouth. I want to see how much you can handle before it starts getting uncomfortable."

Smirk. "Do you want to use it on me? I will be - wow, if you make me flinch. The mouth guard is to show people they can use my mouth? It gets in the way, a little bit..."

"Well, first we're supposed to use it just for ourselves. To see where the limit is, before someone else starts testing you out. And you seem like you really wouldn't need the mouth guard; I want to see what you'll do without it. I think you should take it off, yes." Cynthia becomes incredibly giddy and excited, it shows all over her face.