The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Please," says Cindy quietly, watching the girl calm down. "Please, tell me what you're afraid of. I want to protect you from it."

[NPCs]

"I'm sorry," Blossom whimpers, eyes closed and body hunching forward to protect her belly. "I'm sorry. I'll behave, I promise. Please let me try again, please let me make it up to you? Please, I'm sorry, I'll do better, I promise. Please let me make it better." 

Despite the rambling, she doesn't seem to be in shock or outright panicked. No, this feels more like this babbling stream of begging and supplication is a purposeful attempt at placting Coquette, and one that is both practiced and deeply ingrained. Thanks to her own experiences with slaves and ex-slaves, Coquette knows that pushing back directly at it is likely to just terrify her because a tried and true survival skill has failed. She'll have to come at this on a slant instead...

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course, child," she says, smiling gently. "Hush now. Will you let me brush your hair? You've gotten it all in a disarray."

[NPCs]

The stream of pleas fumbles and Blossom's head comes up just enough to stare at Coquette with wide, baffled eyes. "I-- my-- my hair? I-- yes, of course, mi'Lady?" Coquette's sudden pivot and offer have certainly broken the poor elf's routine but in such a strange and yet benign way that she's left confused instead of panicked or defeated.  

Bull, always at the ready, hands Coquette a hair brush from his trusty satchel and moves out of the way. Blossom rises to her feet, movements tentative as she approaches the Lady of the household. She pauses in front of Coquette, then suddenly perks up; her position just in front of Coquette, standing to her sitting, allows Coquette to see the look of relieved understanding appearing on her face. Movements smooth and graceful again, the elf sinks to her knees. "Shall I remove your pants, mi'Lady, or do you wish to do so yourself?" she asks in a husky, needy, whisper, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips in an alluring manner.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh!" she says, startled. "I'm sorry, I've given you the wrong impression. I'd love to, only, I'm not allowed to fuck any women other than my wife. Did she imply that would be part of your duties? I would need to get her permission, you see..."

[NPCs]

Blossom pauses, taken aback, then fear and confusion take over. "I-- I'm sorry, I-- I just assumed after she had me-- I did not mean to offend, mi'Lady," she says quickly, reaching for the table to help her move out of what is evidently an awkward place to be. "I-- I am stupid and addled, mi'lady, please forgive me. What do you wish of me?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...did Varisia fuck you?" asks Coquette, her voice very, very neutral. She made it clear fucking another woman would be cheating, and yet she--?!

[NPCs]

Blossom bobs her head, a blush showing despite the careful way she hides her face with her hair. "Yes mi'Lady, as part of my showing. She is--" The elf fidgets a little, almost squirming. "You're very blessed to have such a skilled wife, mi'Lady," she blurts out with a delicious sort of strain in her voice.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I wish all the more that I could taste you and compare," she notes, absently. So. My wife is cheating on me. Probably habitually if she didn't even bother to mention it was cheating. And with the wet nurse! Of all people! She had to know I'd find out eventually. She didn't even bother keeping it a secret. She just... left it sloppily open like that .

"That collar must be restrictive. You won't be needing it here. See if Bull can get it off you." 

[NPCs]

Blossom gasps softly, a soft keen slipping from her lips before she sags. "Mi'Lady is too kind," she whispers. "But Mistress Varisia is the only one that can free me." She licks her lips, no flirtation in the gesture this time, and glances up at Coquette for a second. "Please do not get yourself in trouble for my sake. You are kind, mi'Lady. Please?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Free you? I thought you said you were not a slave?" she asks, airily, as if it doesn't matter. 

[NPCs]

"I am not a slave," Blossom agrees without pause.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"But you are not free, either." A pause. "ah, I see. My wife has instructed you to tell me you are not a slave. Is that the case? Answer honestly, it won't be any punishment to you no matter what you say."

[NPCs]

Blossom is very silent, the only response forthcoming being a seemingly unconcious stroke of the collar with two fingers.

"Hey, Blossom?" Bull's voice cuts in suddenly, causing the elf to make an adorable 'eep' and duck her head firmly once again. "Whoops, sorry, didn't mean to startle ya. Just wanted to ask a question or two; I totally get that you're not a slave--"

"I am not a slave."

"Yep, got it." Same exact wording and tone each time, Cedric is totally right about her being ordered to say that if asked. "I wanted to know when you got that collar. And how you could get it removed, in theory."

Blossom squirms a little, glancing at Coquette nervously. When she gets a gesture to answer, the elf offers, "this one is new just today. My old one I got when the b-b-bandits ssssold me t-t-to--"

"That's good, that's enough on that," Bull says soothingly. "How about removing it?"

Blossom takes a few deep breaths, somehow expressing gratitude for not having to finish despite hiding her face. "If my c-c-collar is sold again. Or, umm, if..." She falters briefly. "If I can save up..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh, is that all?" asks Coquette, as though this were totally normal. "How much is it? A hundred gold? A thousand?"