The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

"Umm. I... don't know?"

Over Blossom's head, Bull makes a disgusted face. "How does it work then? I assume you meant saving up to buy your contr-- ugh, buy your collar?"

Blossom fidgets a little. "Benevolent Lord Master kept track of my earnings and costs," she explains weakly. "I am too stupid to manage my money so he, with great generosity and patience, would tell me when I had saved enough." Bull, with great effort, makes to keep his snarl silent despite how personal that explanation feels.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Bull, what is the market price for a female of breeding age and good health? An approximate will do."

[NPCs]

Bull stares at her for a moment. "Uh..."

"That depends greatly on their race, purpose, health and providence of successful births," Blossoms says softly. "If... I mean no offense, mi'Lady, I swear to you. I am merely attempting to provide you with the information you seek," she adds in a rush, looking nervous but... hopeful perhaps? "I could... offer an approximate based on, umm, y-y-you?" At Coquette's nod and encouraging smile, there's a noticeable and sudden absence of tension in the elf's frame. "To avoid offense, if we p-pretend-- if there was s-s-someone like you but an elf... A-A-And they were, umm, capable of minor druidic healing b-b-but they were mind-addled," she swallows hard, looking distressed, "it m-m-might be r-r-reasonable to assume they w-would b-b-be worth-- I mean, that their c-c-collar would be worth three or four thousand gold d-d-depending on available ssssupply."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette whistles. "Well then. I am willing to pay you forty-five hundred gold in order for you to do me a favor." That will wipe out the household budget for a few months, but I can take out a line of credit in Varisia's name if I have to to make ends meet, pay it back slowly by being frugal.

She then looks at Blossom, locking eyes with the elf, and smiles. It's not a kind smile. It's not a pretty smile. It's a predatory smile, one worthy of Varisia's face, one that sends a chill down the elf's spine. "Never. Fuck my wife. Again. Do we have a deal?"

[NPCs]

Blossom stiffens, sways. Her head comes up, the elf looking at Coquette full on for the first time. Her hair is braided and styled so even looking straight, her bangs cover much of her face, but the merikos drow can still see quite a bit. The entire right side of her face from the cheekbone and up is a twisted mess of scar tissue, caused by either fire or some kind of caustic chemical. Worryingly, it follows the edge of her eye perfectly, something that is highly unlikely to have happened if the damage was caused in battle or by an accident of some kind. She can also see the collar in question; thin leather that matches Blossom's skin tone nearly perfectly, making it so it would be very hard to notice were it not for the brass trimming. 

Regrettably, Coquette doesn't get more than what might have been a head nod before the elf passes out right into Bull's frantic arms.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'll take that as agreement." She smirks, then sighs, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "Put her in the Blue Room," she adds; the Blue Room is one of three suites in the house that has enchanted locks, after Varisia's and Coquette's. Only the key will open it, it cannot be picked open. It's meant to be for when Varisia has guests over, to impress them with her wealth and taste, but it's been empty for a while now. "Lock her in," she adds. "I don't want Varisia getting to her until we've talked."

Then she resumes eating her porridge, calm as can be. 

[NPCs]

Bull's eyebrows raise but he complies readily enough. Figuring there's pretty good odds that the Dick has a copy of the key, the imisy minotaur uses the one clear cut advantage over her that he has: sheer muscle. Whistling cheerfully, he leaves Blossom safely tucked behind not just the enchanted lock but two massive barrels of mulled cider that completely block the doorway. Despite the side objective, he still gets back a good half hour before a servant knocks politely on the side of the door. "Beg pardon, Lady Coquette, but your good wife wishes for you to join her in her bedchambers."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette turns another page in her novel before answering. "Tell her I said no."

[NPCs]

"...my Lady?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Just that. That I told her no, and kept reading my book." She doesn't look up. 

[NPCs]

Looking perplexed, the servant glances at Bull, who just shrugs before continuing to fiddle with a copper coin. "...yes ma'am," he finally says awkwardly, stepping back out of the room.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette turns another page, not that she reads a word of it. "Secure the room," she says quietly. "Tell the servants to steer clear."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull nods as he leaves the room, only to return in less than thirty seconds. "You sure about this?" he asks in a worried tone. Nothing she hates more than being told what to do.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It has to be done. I think if I had to fuck her right now I'd vomit from sheer rage." She shrugs. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull shifts around uncomfortably, a complex array of emotions crossing his expressive face. "I... wouldn't have guessed this bothering ya as much as all this," he observes carefully, having been trying to figure out how to bring this up since putting Blossom to bed.