The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

Zevran smiles thinly as he moves to the clothing rack, ignoring how Lux grabs an extra set of clothing and hurries after Nathaniel. "If we were wanted on time, healing should have been provided," he mutters.

[GamesMaster]

Thankfully the juice comes before the clock strikes the hour, thanks to the kitchen staff being particularly on the ball today. In short order, all five of them are dressed in nearly identical outfits, each with a different colored vest: Zevran has been assigned deep purple, while Nathaniel has green, Shisou has blue, Nox has cream, and Lux has deep grey. They head to the front door, where a servant meets them and escorts them to the courtyard. 

The courtyard is pleasant. It smells sweet thanks to the flowers being in bloom now -- rosebushes, difficult to care for but clearly in good health. There are trees to give shade from the summer's heat, and benches to sit and read on. Not that they're shown to one; they're lined up before the front door of the main house and told to wait for the ladies of the house to inspect them. 

They don't have to wait long. Zevran hasn't half finished his juice before they emerge. The first to emerge is a dusky half-elf, her skin light enough to only just show off her Drow heritage. Her hair is a neat proliferation of silver braids -- and it is silver, not white, but her skin is tanned enough to show that she is no true elf either. A merikos with Drow and Elf heritage both; how peculiar. She wears a fine gown in silver and black, and there's a stern look on her face, her head held high and proud. At her throat is an elaborate necklace of rubies and amethysts, and she wears the same gemstones in her hair as well, clearly thematic.

Behind her is a servant, a young man a head taller than his mistress. He wears the tunic and leggings that all the servants wear save the harem; from his head sprout a pair of large, bull-like horns, marking him as merikos more surely than the lady's ears do. 

Behind him is another servant, this one a young blonde woman, seemingly human. She carries one child in her arms, a small blonde girl-child with merikos-elf ears and piercing blue eyes; another holds onto her skirts, a slightly older girl-child with the same ears but dark hair and deep red eyes. It's clear enough who their fathers were, even before the twin smiles creep onto twin faces. 

And behind the trio is... a drow woman. Dusky skin, deep red eyes, and that haughty, arrogant expression. It takes a moment of study to realize that she is only merikos, so much does she take after her heritage. Virisia wears trousers and a silk blouse like a man might, marking her as the dominant wife, and her white hair is worn up in a braided bun, one streak of ruby twisted into the braid and one of deep violet. Zevran barely notices the final servant slipping out after her as they line up opposite the harem, the two ladies studying him intently. 

[Zevran]

"Dianulu?" Zevran blurts out, eyes wide. He doesn't notice Lux's silent, sharp inhale or the way that Shisou tenses in apprehension. He doesn't see the horned man's faint smirk or the governess's frown. He does, however, see Mistress Primfana pause just before she was about to speak, then laugh merrily.

[Varisia Primfana]

"I had wondered if you would recognize me," she admits, running a hand down her torso. Trousers and a buttoned blouse she might be wearing, but they're Alessian in style. Which means while they're the traditionally masculine in type, they're cut for a feminine form; tight on the hips and bust, with a subtle tuck under her breasts the ensures viewers are incapable of noticing her generous curves. Clearly her build favors her drow blood, unlike how her wife is more elven. "Between the change in clothes," she smirks lightly, given that she'd been naked or wearing a leather corset pretty much the entire time they'd last met, "and my no longer having to downplay what I am... Well."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Should I be jealous, wife of mine?" asks Coquette in flawless Undercommon -- and while he doesn't understand the words, he recognizes the voice dead-on. There's not even an attempt to hide it. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Laughing again, Varisa grabs Coquette by the belt and yanks her closer. Despite the fancy, almost delicate look of her outfit, it's clear the belt at least is designed with such actions in mind, as it handles the pull without damage. Other hand coming up to brace the back of Coquette's head, Varisa kisses her wife hard and deep. If the clothing hadn't been telling enough, the dominance and aggression of the kiss would have made it clear who rules in the relationship. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

And as always, Coquette yields, melting against Varisia as though she had no power of her own, not even to remain upright. It's a game, of course; when she dominates, it's not in the bedroom. Not with her wife. She wouldn't dare. With the men, she tops, because she knows better than to bottom for a man, but with her wife she's the submissive. 

(The day Cindy submitted to Iron Bull still stands out in his memory as one of the most tender, affectionate gestures anyone's ever performed for him. But she wasn't quite herself, then. They both knew it. Coquette would never, ever submit to even her most trusted advisor.)

When she is released, she laughs, a laughter like bells -- something she's inherited from her elven side. "Well, that puts me much at ease," she replies in Undercommon, before she finally turns to the men once more. Switching to Infernal, she adds, "Let's have a look, shall we? Nox, what can you tell me about the newcomer?" 

[Nox]

Expression serenely blank, Nox steps forward and dips to one knee for a brief second in what Alessians call a curtsy. "My Lady, the newcomer appears wary and mistrustful, but passive. I believe he has been wounded, badly and recently, and is still--"

"What? Explain!"

Paling, Nox forces himself to speak past the sudden terror gripping his throat. "He m-moves slowly, as if to avoid jarring himself. He has b-bruising on his back but he bathed privately so I did not see if there are other injuries present."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette tsks, shaking her head. "I suppose we'll have to send for a healer, this won't do at all." Switching to Elven, she asks, "New boy -- how badly are you wounded? Be honest and quick." 

[Zevran]

"I am not a healer," Zevran replies blandly, meeting her gaze directly in almost but not quite a challenge. "I am surviving."

[Coquette Blacquin]

A wry smile. "Be slightly more forthcoming than that, if you please."

[Varisia Primfana]

When Zevran just studies her, silently, Varisia clicks her tongue and looks over the other four husbands. "You four can be about your day," she says, waving them off dismissively. "Jessica, take the girls to the solar, my love and I will be along shortly for tea." Stepping away from her wife, she kneels down so she can beam at the older of the two little girls, who beams back shyly. It seems more due to the large number of people-- Zevran especially-- than Varisia herself however, given that she darts forward to give her a hug and whisper something.

[Coquette Blacquin]

As the other four head back into their home, the building at the far end of the courtyard, Coquette studies Zevran carefully, then murmurs something in Undercommon to her bodyguard. "We'll let the Mistress handle this one." 

[Varisia Primfana]

"You got it bosslady," he rumbles, the sounds audible, though the words are not, to most everyone in the courtyard.

Chuckling, Varisia rises to her feet, dropping another kiss on her daughter's forehead as she does so. "Scoot, you scamp," she says fondly, tossing a sly look at Coquette as she steps back. Looking bashful, the little girl flees back to the servant, who escorts her to the parlour to wait.

"Your daughter requests that I convince the terrible tyrant of no chocolate allowed with afternoon tea to be merciful and generous," she informs her wife after a few seconds, though her eyes on more on the avidly 'not' watching Zevran.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Absolutely not," replies Coquette with a laugh. "The last thing we need is a repeat of Kaiju Primagenita." The word is Tengu, referring to a giant monster that attacks people between cities.