Oh, so she should show off.

She carefully takes out her mouth guard and sets it aside. She plants the odd dildo firmly on a flat surface, and gives the underside a long lick. Then she swirls her tongue around the end for a bit, steadily letting out more tongue until it's wrapped twice around the girth of the dildo. She lowers her lips to kiss the tip, and then slides them over the head of the dildo. She makes sucking motions, gently pressing in with her lips. Her tongue, still wrapped lower down, strokes up and down, applying pressure.

Then she retracts her tongue and opens her jaw a bit more, and begins bobbing her head down on the wide dildo, slightly deeper each time. Her lips slide along, and if anything she seems pleased at the pressure and intrusion into her mouth, not uncomfortable. One tentacle helps keep her hair out of the way as she repeatedly takes the dildo into her throat, making happy little 'mm!' sounds.

"Well, uh... I wanted to see what would be necessary to make you uncomfortable. Something that made think you think 'I have to defend myself, I have to get this thing out of my mouth'. Can you... try finding out what's too tough for you?" Cynthia starts feeling confused by how capable Bysellia is. She tries looking at some of her long toys, that reach further down into her neck, that she uses for warm-ups so she's ready for her actual clients. She hands one of them to Bysellia. "Do you have some idea of where your limits would be?"

"I have powers for this... Lots of people at home had them."

She considers, then holds her hands a bit less than a foot apart. "This would be uncomfortable down there."

And goes to a foot and a few inches. "This would be uncomfortable in my mouth."

"That's..." Cynthia stops herself from saying that it's impossible. Instead, she thinks to herself for a few seconds. "... Maybe you might want to live somewhere nicer? I think you could find somewhere that's more appropriate for your needs and desires."

"I don't understand?"

"You really like water and swimming, right? You could get a place with a real pool, a deep pool, where you can swim to your heart's content. Or even just live somewhere closer to natural water, if that's something you like better."

"Maybe later. I want to learn about this place and tell people about my boss more than that."

"Wow, that's probably going to be so awesome to see... Now, I think I've seen enough of what you can do. You should be able to start touching other people now, especially using your big mouth. Are you excited to see how it's going to go?"

"Yes! You do that too? It's good to make people happy, yes? Is it mostly massage or mostly not that?"

"Mostly not massage. Mostly letting people enjoy our mouths, I'm sure they're going to love yours." Cynthia uses her phones and calls up one of her regulars, letting him know that she's found someone else who'll probably do an even better job than her. "So, there's one man who's waiting for us, now. I think you should get dressed in some of the transparent layers; you'd want to give him a proper first impression." Cynthia starts putting on her own lingerie, before waiting for Bysellia in front of the elevator.

"Oh. That's a little sad. I like that but I don't want to do it all day. And I do want to explore. Talk to many people. Learn how people here decide things and what things people here like... I think it's important that my boss understands this place. She can help a lot. I tell her by thinking about things in a special way, but it's hard."

She will carefully consider the options and then go with the short skirt and flowery-patterned gauzy lacy stuff everywhere else. (And the mouth guard, since it's a symbol and does make things a little more comfortable, a bit easier to hold in that stressed position of service. The more she thinks about it, the more she likes it.)

"Well, you could spend all day doing massages, instead! It's very much something that's up to you." Cynthia stepped in, waiting for Bysellia to follow her into the elevator. She was giddily looking forward to hearing how Bysellia felt with her regular client.

Into the elevator.

"Maybe. I think maybe also... I don't want to touch new people every day? And don't want to just touch people and then leave? Not always. I'm excited to use my mouth, but I want to talk to people too. I liked touching you a lot, you helped me, and you showed me clothes, and taught me to read, and it was nice to massage you for that... Is there a word for liking making people happy?"

"That's called the joy of giving! It's very fantastic. You can probably get a system where you don't new people every day, just several people you like as a group. And maybe move in with them, live in a huge house with a bed big enough for everyone, where you can be hugging and touching everyone else at once!" The elevator rushes down, to the same, massive car that Cynthia used for getting around yesterday. She opens the sliding doors, revealing a wide open interior for the two of them.

This time she flops, laying down on the seats widely, without prompting.

"I want to learn about people. Do they draw? Do they like flowers? Do they make things? Everyone does something good. I lived near not many people and I knew them all. This city is different."

"This guy, that I go to a lot, he writes and does science. People do like flowers, yes. Although they can be messy if they have too many parts. People don't make too many things, directly at least, just because machines are too good. And I don't think there are many cities here where you'll be able to know all the people!" The distance from Cynthia's apartment to her regular's apartment isn't very far at all, an they arrive promptly. "He lives on floor 41! Do you want to walk in and take the elevator up there yourself, or do you want me to come with?"

'Science' is a decently weighty concept. She considers it for a bit.

It feels... Wizardy? Like the academies she couldn't go to, because she was a slave. Like Ebarco, who implanted the four spell-nodes inside her, when he's off on a rant about runebinding or mana routing or whichever thing. (She was going to get around to learning all sorts of things, eventually, but then the Corrupt Maid had more important work for her.)

She decides she likes the idea of 'science'.

Oh, right, question. "I would like to learn about science. Maybe he can tell me things. It might be - don't have word, bad feeling - for two people to show up at once. But it also might be bad for someone new to show up alone." Shrug. "I'm not scared. I just want to know how to find you again later if you don't come. What do you think?"

"Well, you know where I live, right? So you'd be able to wait there for me. And also, I told him in advance that I'll be sending you. So he's not really expecting me, as well. I think that you making your way up there, by yourself, ultimately makes the most sense." Cynthia decides to call the elevator down, waiting or Bysellia to step in before making her way to the hospital where she's chosen to work with some patients rather than doing house calls today. "Good luck! And try to keep your body language open, like by spreading your legs. It signals sexual availability and that you feel comfortable and at ease, and that kind of body language makes clients feel much better."

Nodnod. Demure submissiveness feels more natural to her since that's what she's used to, keeping the tentacles close, standing prim and tall and hands folded maidishly, but defaulting to that when another pose is more appropriate would be lazy. Cynthia's place is- That other building, six over and - yeah, she can use the red awning as a landmark. And the floor she's heading to now is, 41.

She briefly hugs Cynthia one last time. When she steps back her two back-tentacles extend to almost their full length, among other adjustments to her posture. They're kind of big.

"I'm going up. See you again later!"

She can read numbers by now. She will hit '41' on the elevator, and wait as it ascends, a giddy nervousness in her belly. Hopefully she does well.

The elevator moves up incredibly quick. It opens into a gigantic main room, with a man wearing an athletic outfit, as if he was just about to enjoy a workout. "I've been expecting you. You look quite excellent in that outfit of yours; I suggest you have a seat on my couch. Relax a bit, and make yourself comfortable with these unfamiliar surroundings." He grins at Bysellia while saying this.

"Thank you!"

She bows- No, do the OPPOSITE of the demure thing. She bounces on her feet, then twirls, arms wide, before looking around at the decoration and going for the couch.

Big stretch, arms high and the tips of her tentacles trembling, and flop, legs wide. 

"This is a nice couch. I'm Bysellia. Cynthia told me you do science, that's really interesting! I don't know much about it yet."

There is little decoration in the room, outside of a scroll with calligraphy against one of the walls. There's something mesmerizingly perfect about it. He takes a look between Bysellia's legs. "Yes, I do science. I'm currently working on robots. Making them cheaper and better and more versatile. It's very intellectually demanding work, really, so I insist on spending a lot of money on myself." He decides to take a seat on the end of the couch, leaning back and opening his legs wide as he relaxes.

Her short skirt still mostly covers that area. She flushes slightly and deliberately shifts her hips so he can get a clearer look; The mostly-transparent panties with hardly any actual coverage are underneath.

"I think money is for spending... Did Cynthia say things about how I am weird? I am very weird."

"Well, no. She told me that you make the for most amazing surprise in the world. I'd like to believe her, so please don't tell me about how you're weird. Just... show, don't tell."

"It's a bit of a stupid question, but is it comfortable being dressed like that? I've been told that trying to squat or bend over in panties like that makes you feel miserable. I don't get why so many women insist on having those on."

"Okay~"

She sits forward slightly so her tentacles can inch towards him. Not actually touching him first, though.

"They're not really uncomfortable except for what they mean. And they mean you're showing... Places. I don't have enough words yet... Hmm... I feel the joy of service very strongly. And I also like being appreciated. I'd be happy wearing nothing at all, but I'm wearing these so it makes it nice to look at me. Because to me being looked at, in ways that make people want to touch me, is a kind of joy-of-service. Just like giving massages, or making food for someone. Or other kinds of touching. I don't think everyone's like that, but I am."