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."

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.

"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~"

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.

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."

"These? Can you show me? I haven't gotten a very good look, really. Try leaning a bit more back."

She giggles, then pivots sideways onto the couch facing him and lies down and lounges aaaaall the way back, legs wide.

"Can you see now?"

"Yes, yes. They look fantastic... and so do you..." he just stares in silence. He moves his mouth to kiss Bysellia between her legs.

Oh? Not what she expected, but she shifts slightly to indicate willingness. (Her eyes change to a heart-shape.)

"I'm glad. May I massage your back?"

The man jumps in shock at seeing Bysellia's eyes change that way, but he proceeds to kiss her anyway, slightly rubbing his head between her legs. He kisses her multiple times, before deciding to turn around and start enjoying a massage from Bysellia. "I bet you're going to do something magical here, aren't you?"

"That change means I want to be touched down there. And... Yes."

She calls up the right sequence of nodes inside her, expressing the sex magic as a very gentle... Warmth, spreading from her hands. A tingling, pleasant sensation pulsing in time with her firm massage, working over his muscles to relax him as much as possible. Her tentacles help with the massage, too, applying firm slick pressure in thick bands while her hands work on individual spots.

The sex magic leaves his skin slightly more sensitive with each pass, and when she leans down and plants slow kisses on the back of his neck and his shoulders (and let her body press into his) it tingles with the lingering warmth of the direct pleasure-causing variant. She slowly increases the power as the massage continues.

He just closes his eyes and starts getting blissed out, before suddenly interrupting Bysellia. "I'm sorry, but would you mind letting me use your mouth to ease some pressure? I've had plenty of pineapple juice." He deftly pulls down his sweatpants, revealing his gradually hardening dick. "Surprise me, please. Just, well. Don't give up your comfort for my pleasure. I just don't want you to be flinching back or, you know, rejecting me, I really hate that feeling of when I know they feel like they're having to defend themselves from an intruder."

She repositions, starts gently rubbing her fingers and palm over him, pauses in consideration, and says- "I know it is hard to know just because someone says so but I don't mind. I will tell you if that changes! It can feel bad to hurt people."

Still gently stroking his dick so it grows harder, she takes out her mouth guard and smiles. "I don't actually need this. I just like what it signals."

She kneels in front of him and gently pushes his legs apart, hands massaging his thighs and seeping more pleasurable magic. She kisses the tip gently, then starts suckling on it, swirling the tip of her tongue in circles around his head or in little licking motions along the underside. She looks up at him, heart-shaped irises conveying amusement and enjoyment. It's really nice to have something pressing against her lips and tongue, she tries to convey solely through a look.

And then all at once, she starts bobbing her head down, deep into her throat and back out in slow, steady motions. She doesn't gag or flinch. If anything she moans in pleasure, her hands on his thighs gripping a bit tighter. Coming with the blowjob are steady pulses of warm pleasure, even more than would ordinarily come from the sensation, pulsing every time she pushes in or out and leaving his entire hip region feeling pleasantly warm.

He instinctively puts his hands behind Bysellia's head, curious to see how well-composed and relaxed she's able to feel with him jerking her head around. He finds her level of comfort with him in her mouth so, so incredibly hot, and it doesn't take long before he finds release and floods Bysellia's mouth and throat.

She's not even surprised when his hands come up. She has eyes. She tries to take his hands as guidance on how to vary her speed, pressure, location...

And when he's done, she swallows, eyes closed, and holds still for a few moments, before gently pulling away.

"Was it good~? Want me to dry you off?"

He's absolutely stunned by how casual Bysellia remains throughout. His hands generally force him deep into her, constantly brushing against her tongue and throat.

"Well, yes, I'd prefer that. I love that feeling of things being more... hygienic." He starts walking towards the bathroom of the expansive apartment, slowly getting up from the couch and stretching right after getting up, spreading his arms well above his head.

Her touch lingers, hands on his legs, drawing away as he stands and Bysellia gets out of the way.

The mutations that let her feel equal pleasure from almost any way she could have sex are so great. Real improvement to quality of life. She's lucky to have them.

She stands and- reminds herself again to stay open, not subby-demure, eventually it'll become habit, come on-

"Well, I can use a towel or I can use magic. Which I have. I also kind of want to hear a bit more about robots if you don't mind? I've never heard of them before."

"... I want to see the magic. But I also want to see what you're like in the bath."

"Robots do many, many things! In everyday life, you'd most likely see them making clothes or transporting things for people, especially food. They need to both have the right kind of way of moving forward, like wheels or tracks. And also the right sensors to be able to know where to go. Most of my work is on the sensor half; better sensors mean that robots can be used in more places because they don't get distracted or confused by crowds of people, to give you one example."

There's a quite strange amount of glass in the apartment; in particular, the bathroom, showing up around a corner next to the main room, has a wall made out of glass, in front of one of the glass walls enveloping the building. The man quickly slides a bead placed against a the green wall next to the bathroom, and all the windows of the neighbouring skyscraper turn black, while still letting the two of them have a view of a beautiful, grassy walkway connecting the two skyscrapers, maybe 5 or so stories below the apartment they're in.

"You can control other people's houses???"

Well, he seems to be important. A lord-y type. A rich wizard, at any rate.

"...No, no, it makes sense. And I can be however you like in the bath- I don't know what you like yet, mostly!"

"So robots are not very smart? And you're giving them better eyes and ears?"

She is imagining a mad fleshcrafter in his lab, grafting dozens of extra eyes onto a cow. She giggles. But if they can make things... Well, cows make milk, and cowgirls haven't completely supplanted them yet...

"Oh, anyway, magic." She incants the three syllables to wither water, and dries both of them off, vanishing the moisture completely. It takes a bit of fine control to not do any harm in the process, but bodies naturally resist foreign magic a little bit, so it's not too hard. "Tada! I have water magic, don't-know-word magic, and touching magic. I also have some powers. I was sent here from another universe," she gets to use the new word she learned and this is great, "to explore."

He didn't really believe in Bysellia's magic powers, and is too stunned to speak, as he opens the transparent sliding door into the bathroom. He slowly and teasingly takes off all his clothes, bending over at the waist in front of Bysellia, before gently hiding them away in a laundry basket with a lid that he closes. "It sounds silly, but could you pose and show me all your different layers of clothes? I'm curious about how they make you look." He sits on top of an absolutely huge tub built into the floor, keeping his legs wide open and his pose relaxed, naturally moving Bysellia's eyes towards his crotch.

Oh, she can totally do that. She's never been much into fashion but she really likes how this bra frames her breasts, see the flower patterns? (She leans forward and squeezes them with her arms.) The thin, gauzy layers are nice too, this flap here shows bare skin when she twists- And she bends over at the waist facing away from him, like he did, to show off how the lovely skirt can be displaced at a whim. 

And she'll keep up this game for a bit, various sexy poses as the skirt and then the rest of her clothes go away, smiling and enjoying the odd familiarity of a strip tease when she's already mostly naked. While also enjoying the view herself.

The whole situation is... Nostalgic. She's titillating and serving a rich patron. And she feels far more in control, far safer now, feeling like she has the Maid's hand on the back of her neck, and without a slave collar. She's bold and sexy, and she has the power of desire. Much more like the village, even if it reminds her of the manor. It's an entirely different experience.

It's nice. She starts touching herself idly once most of her clothes are gone into the hopper, not really thinking about it.

He lunges at Bysellia, ever so slightly rubbing against her lower lips, as he enjoys rubbing himself all over her with his body, starting to tease her and inch his way in. Before coming back to his senses and rapidly flooding the tub with warm water, as steam starts to fill the cavernous room. The huge glass window, visible through the glass wall of the bathroom, gives them a view of neighboring buildings and the park-like walkway between them. It almost feels like being out in the open, surrounded by buildings and with a vantage point looking down on beautiful, green grass.

She is a little startled, but tries to shift and respond. And then he - stops?

"It's good to know I'm so pretty. I guess you want more relaxing first?"

She settles into the tub. One tentacle draping over his shoulders gently, and her foot brushing against his.

It's pretty. A richer sort of pretty.

"...This is nice. Hot bath with a view."

"Yeah, the view is just... beyond spectacular." He, in the typical thomassian fashion, takes up all the space he can in the tub, lounging in silence and enjoying the pleasure of the warmth from the water and steam.

Then he decides to make his way over to Bysellia, his erection hard as ever, quietly pushing against her entrance. "Can you please hug me as tightly as possible? Hug me everywhere, I mean."

"I will." She leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "But first I should be clear about two things. I have... Done a medicine that makes... Small people not happen. For... I think about fifty days from now. Also, I used touching magic a very little bit earlier, you might have noticed- I decided that was rude, even if you said surprise me. I should have explained. May I use it again? Also, is there not a word for putting that in me, or is it just rude to say?"

"I didn't notice the magic, no. It was imperceptible, and didn't hurt anyone. So it's fine, even though it's still rude. I think... you should prove that magic is real, first. And tell someone you might surprise them with magic. Don't surprise me, this time. Use magic again!"

"And what's with your weird choice of words? Putting that in you is called sex, you seem like you know every other word! And done a medicine... yeah, contraception is considered the default here, no need to tell me. Unless you usually don't?"

"I only know words I've heard people say. Or that I've read. And I just got here. I'm trying a lot to know them all... It's a power."

She pulls away slightly, sitting up. "Contraception is the default where I'm from, but not enough so you don't have to talk about it. I'm sorry about the magic. I was just excited to surprise you. We should talk more about what we want and expect. Do you want me to use magic to prove magic exists, or use magic for sex, or both?"

"You've used magic cleaning off to show me magic exists, that's plenty of proof for me. I want you to, pleasantly, if we're talking more about what we want and expect, to surprise me. And I think that surprising me through using magic for sex would be part of surprising me how I'm wanting to be surprised."

"Okay. I'll surprise you in a pleasant way. Thank you for listening. You can touch me in most ways as long as it's not very ouch. Don't put anything all around my neck, even hands, unless we talk about it more."

And then~ She chants the syllables to channel sex magic again, and makes herself produce far more lubrication, enough to overcome the fact that water is counterintuitively not a very good lube.

She hugs him tightly with her arms and legs and tentacles, and kisses him, grinding her hips against his tip for a moment, then finding the right angle and enveloping him with a sigh. She starts channeling harder, leaking pure pleasurable mana through every bit of skin contact.

Not enough to overwhelm and cause instant orgasms. But enough to make it very, very pleasant.

He starts twitching, and moaning, as Bysellia gradually pushes herself onto him, letting him build up anticipation for what's to come, if this is just the foreplay.

She can't actually channel enough mana all at once to make someone come in moments. And she's not as experienced as some of the real experts out there...

What she can do, is make sure her own pleasure is obvious, and maneuver him just so, so they can push together more easily. Her tentacles wrapped around his waist and hips help push him in and out of her slick tightness. Her breasts press against him, and she moans into his ears and rubs his back and it won't be surprising if he comes in short order.

As he does, she ramps up the pleasure as much as she can with her capacity, making it last a good bit longer. Then trail down to almost nothing, holding a gentle resting pose for a bit, rubbing circles into his back and just holding his dick inside her without moving so there's no painful overstimulation.

"How are you feeling? More, again?"

"Please, take me further. I've never felt like this, you're beyond fantastic oh, oh oh wow..." His enthusiasm is very obvious.

She blushes and grins. "It's amazing, isn't it? I'm glad. The joy of service is great." 

But... Hmm. If there's nobody else here with access to sex magic, going too far could be a disservice. Also, she can't actually channel magic all day.

She starts a slow gentle grind again.

"I can't go much further. Just, different further. And my magic will get tired. Do you want to be... Bigger and feel touch more?"

"Yes, I want to try it. I want to feel... totally new things to feel." He looks at Bysellia, pleading.

"Okay. I think we should get out or sit at the edge for a moment so you can see it happen. I'll use my breasts, and my mouth again."

Guys like variety, and using her mouth is hot, and oversized phalli are hot too.

She starts gently tugging towards making this happen, lifting him gently off her.

He follows Bysellia's commands, starting to make his way to the edge of the tub. He chooses to sit with his legs inside the warm water of the tub, as he looks on at Bysellia with curiosity. "See it happen? You're making me curious, here."

Smirk. She wraps her hands around his dick and gently strokes.

Once more incanting, though the last syllable is different this time.

And it gets bigger. From her hands mostly covering it, it slowly expands to a monster of a cock a foot long and just as girthy in comparison. It also becomes more sensitive, feeling her hands rub up and down and the warm water surrounding it with greater intensity. It doesn't feel uncomfortable, it feels completely natural.

Bysellia licks her lips and stares at it with undisguised lust. She presses her breasts against him, one hand gently massaging just under them, the tip just below her mouth.

He responds with an immense amount of anticipation obviously visible on his face. "Can - can - can you use the mouth guard this time, please? I just like - the symbolism of it, the way it's saying just", he catches his breath, "I'm not rejecting you and don't feel any need to defend myself or close myself off from you and know you won't violate me in any way."

"Ooh. As you want~"

Where did that thing go? Ah, it's still on the couch in the other room. That's okay, utility magic can summon it. She has to drop the sex magic for a moment to do that, but the effect lasts long enough for her to refresh it once she has the mouth guard in.

"This is really nice. I feel safe and liked, and you can use my mouth however you want."

Lick.

He stops thinking entirely, grabbing Bysellia by the head and shoving himself all the way down her throat, quickly and roughly moving her head without a care in the world as he tries finding her limit and turning her mouth and throat into a toy. He uses whatever concentration he has to try feeling whether there's any hint of resistance or discomfort on Bysellia's part, as he forgets about the world and his consciousness gets consumed by the pleasures of the moment.

It... Is actually a little uncomfortable, to be treated so roughly. Not physically, but mentally. Physically, the mutation of her throat makes this throat-fucking pleasant enough that she actually builds up to an orgasm thanks to her previous arousal.

But it reminds her of unpleasant things. Just a bit. Even though she chose this one and made the offer, expecting an oversized intrusion. Thus there might be a few hints of discomfort if he gets especially forceful or grips too tight. But this is obviously something especially pleasing, it's important, so she does her very best to sink into the moment and, instead of just not showing discomfort, to actually be comfortable, basking in raw sensation and in service instead of bad memories.

She's disciplined and determined, she can take it. Her throat is a tool of pleasure and service. The bare hints of discomfort remain just tiny hints, possibly missable, and vanish after a bit.

And then she can savor his taste again, and climb up to embrace and massage him gently as aftercare, humming softly.

After asking Bysellia to use her powers to make the two of them dry, he walks over to his bed, lying down and enjoying Bysellia's touch for a while, under the thick and warm blanket.

"I think the world should hear about you. About how amazing, and how beautiful, and how caring, and how skilled you are. I think you're a real treasure, someone who's here to make life better for everyone. Don't forget that." He smiles at Bysellia, embracing her with all of his body. "Now, although all those thing are true, and I want to be able to enjoy your touch forever... I'm not ready to have you sleeping, here. I think you should go back to talk to Cynthia about everything that's happened. And to talk about what lies in wait for you."

Yeah.

In a lot of ways, literally sleeping together is a whole other level compared to 'merely' having sex.

And seeing the way it happened here, with a whole new set of assumptions and norms... This world doesn't need to be exposed to all of her home. Just some of it. Just the parts that can help each other. She has a lot to pray about, and get her thoughts in order about, now.

"I'm really happy. I- My whole life I wanted to be good for people, but be able to choose it. And help people, in good ways. Now I can. So thank you for letting me in this much. There's going to be more... But I'll talk to Cynthia about it." 

One last hug. "Do good with your robots!"

She will figure out where her clothes went, put them on, take the elevator down, and unhurried walk back towards Cynthia's tower, watching the city as she goes.

It doesn't take long before Bysellia finds her clothes again. The walk to Cynthia's house is also quite brief. Taking the elevator up, she finds herself in the main room, seeing Cynthia wearing nothing at all! ... or that's the illusion she gets, until she realizes that she's unable to see Cynthia's lower lips. She's not sure why she's looking like that, at the moment. 

Semi-nudity is not actually noteworthy or surprising to her on a gut reaction level. It's a little surprising on an intellectual one.

"Cynthia! Today was great! Thank you so much again! I actually have some questions if now is good to talk?"

Oop, wide stance. Wide stance. She spreads her arms and tentacles, offering a hug.

Getting a closer look reveals that Cynthia is wearing a set of panties, and a bra, that matches her skin tone very, very closely. Cynthia leans into the hug.

"I'm happy to talk, yes. What are your questions?"

"Oh wow, I have a new one, how can I get one of what you're wearing? But also, I think I don't know how money works here. We used shiny circles back home. How does it work?"

"We can go back to the tailor that we bought your clothes at, they're underwear specialists and they stock underwear just like this and many others. Oh, and money works by using phones. We can send money to other people with phones. And the money is kept in the phone-card, the card with all the data that's built into the back of your phone. So you don't have to worry about the battery wearing out, or anything."

"So I need to get a phone?"

She ponders, mid-hug.

"I don't think I know what robots and phones and data and batteries are just from hearing the word..."

"Yes, that you would probably need. They're unbelievably versatile devices, they're really amazing that way." Cynthia starts nuzzling Bysellia, as well as moving her hands lower along her back, during the hug.

"You might have better magic than us... Robots, phones... The thing we rode in, and great clothes..."

"Well, none of it is magic! It is very clever. And some say that human brilliance is magic in its own way, but that's just abusing the word in silly ways."