Make her feel good.

Reaching out you tweak Taylor again. Her physical sensitivity, her kinks, her response to pleasure. The panicked kneading of her breast goes from confirmation of reality to unstoppable arousal, the high pitched moaning becoming sweeter as the sobbing is put at bay by her arousal.

"Wh-what did you do...?" She asks, her awareness left intact.

"Just... calming you down." You explain, though from how her hips squirm and she has to restrain herself from reaching under her little skirt to pleasure herself more. "Y'know, the fact that you've got a motivation for being a super-bitch doesn't change the fact that you were and are."

"I... "

"After all, you just threw your weight around making people miserable who had nothing to do with why you were unhappy while catering to those who were making you unhappy."

"I..."

"But when I said I can make things better, I don't mean just today. I can make tomorrow better and I can make yesterday better. I can change your whole history, make you happy, make it so that you were never a bitch to anyone."

You begin walking towards her now, watching as the storm of emotions, sensations and revelations have caused Taylor to become unstable on her feet, leaning back against the wall for balance as her knees threaten to go soft and sink her down onto the ground.

"I don't have to throw you off that throne. You can climb down yourself, bow at my feet, and in exchange for your worship I can grant you a few wishes."

"I... I... wish..."