"Your words carry little weight until proven true. Actions speak louder than mere promises." "The scars on your body are genuine, but so too were those of past deceivers. Solid evidence is essential before trusting completely."

[End]

Suspicion eases slightly, but not enough to drop guard. "We'll follow for food," they agree, "but remain watchful. We're still wary."

Eyla glances over at Kay, noticing the look on her face change from resignation to hope. She takes a deep breath, trying to banish the remaining doubts and fears that still lingered in her mind. As Altra washes her hair, she closes her eyes and tries to enjoy the sensation of being clean for the first time in what feels like forever.

Kay sits down carefully, holding her breath as Altra begins to work shampoo into her hair.

Eyla giggles as she spins, feeling light and carefree for the first time in months. She glances over at Altra, noticing how beautiful she looks in her silk gown. It made her wonder what kind of life they would have if they were to serve Altra faithfully...

Kay watches them both warily, still untrusting but trying to keep an open mind. She follows their lead and does a little spin as well, adjusting the way her dress hangs on her body.

"I... I don't know," the voice on the screen replies hesitantly. "Maybe it's just my subconscious trying to make sense of things." It pauses, as if considering its words carefully before continuing, "Or maybe there really is something more going on here."

Eyla looks up at her sister with a worried expression. "What do you think?" she whispers, clutching Kay's arm tightly. "Should we be afraid of whatever this means?"

"I... I don't know," Kay admits reluctantly. "It all feels so strange and out of place. But we've been through worse before. We can face this together, right sister?" She looks at Eyla with determination, trying to reassure her.

Eyla nods slowly, still uncertain but grateful for her sister's support. "Yeah... we can do this," she whispers, squeezing Kay's arm in encouragement. "We just need to figure out what it all means."

For what feels like an eternity, Kay remains nestled in your embrace. She doesn't pull away or seem to mind the contact at all. In fact, she seems to be enjoying it more than you would have thought possible. It's almost as if she's craving affection and attention after years of being ignored or abused.

Finally, she slowly pulls back, eyeing you warily. "You really mean that?" she asks again, her voice barely above a whisper.

His lips meet hers, soft and gentle at first before growing bolder. Kay hesitates for only a moment before parting her own lips and letting him in. His tongue finds its way past her teeth and duels playfully with hers. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself closer still.

Eyla stirs once more, mumbling something unintelligible. But this time, neither sister pays any attention.

Kay's ears twitch as you touch her horns, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispers shyly, enjoying the attention even though it's such a foreign feeling to her. As you continue to talk about privacy and respect, she listens carefully, trying to absorb all of this new information about how things work in your world.

Meanwhile, Eyla remains quiet in their room, listening to the conversation through the door.

Kay nods, understanding the implications. "So... we're not just sisters to you, then?" she asks carefully, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries to process this new information about their relationship with you. She glances at Eyla again, wondering how she'll take it if and when she finds out.

Meanwhile, Eyla listens intently from the other room, her heart racing as she pieces together what you're saying.

Eyla whimpers softly behind her sister, not understanding the situation but feeling helpless and scared. Kay's expression hardens slightly as she realizes that their freedom might not come so easily. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever is to come next.

Kay glances at her sister, then back to you warily. "If we can't leave... what do you want?" Her voice is tinged with suspicion and fear as she tries to gauge your intentions. Eyla hides further behind Kay, trembling slightly in the cold darkness of the cell.