The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"Exactly so," Zevran agrees, smiling at her fondly. "I like fine wine, I like grilled tomatoes, I like sweet spring air, I like slick silk. None of them are really that alike and yet I can easily like all of them. I love you, I love Cedric, I love Isabela and Shiori. Ah, Shisou I should say, as I am unsure if she will actually pick that other name." He kisses her hand again, lingering just a little on it.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She giggles a touch, clearly amused by his ministrations. "Husband. What do you say we go pick out some clothing for Shisou's new form? I'm sure she'd love a dress to wear, though she probably wants to buy herself a new wardrobe later."

[Zevran]

"Hmm, clothes shopping?" Shisou's Hime form has a bit more bust than you, but not that much. A touch shorter as well, bu still. Should be able to get a good idea of fit, yes. "You know, a lesser man might consider that to be an imposition. I, thankfully, am a superior breed and realize full well that there's a better than even chance I can convince you to get some things for yourself as well. Things that I will, naturally, be asked to offer my opinions on, which in turn means I will get to gaze on your form with deep and abiding adoration and appreciation. Perhaps even nightwear," he finishes with an exaggerated waggle of eyebrows.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She smiles a little. "That stuff all got left behind," she says, with a wistful sigh. "If we're going to a Drow stronghold I'm going to need some particularly.... imposing garments." 

[Zevran]

Lightly biting her knuckle, Zevran purrs eagerly. "I will selflessly help you pick out as wide an array of imposing, tantalizing, sexy, delightful and even outright lewd outfits for all sorts of purposes as is needed. For you, my love, for you." He says this was an earnestly sincere voice but he's grinning broadly the whole time. "Mmmh, leather and silk," he adds in a dreamy sigh.

[Shisou]

Konoha Shiori, regent of her line, dreams a deep dream of green growing things and good soil, gentle rains and caterpillars. When she awakens, for the first time, she can feel an emptiness inside her, an ache in parts she never had before: despite having a vagina in her transformed form, she never had a proper womb, never was capable of growing life in a way she now instinctually knows she can. She feels like a fertile field, plowed and empty, waiting -- no, yearning -- for a seed to be planted. This discomfort, this need, won't go away on its own, she knows; it's the symbol of her yet-to-be fulfilled promise to Raplin, the promise that she has to make good on before their bargain is complete. 

And yet, even with the yearning, even with the empty feeling inside her, she feels more herself, more whole, than she's ever felt in her entire life. So as she sits up for the first time in her new body, she dissolves into tears of joy and relief. Never again will she be able to be used to harm someone in the exact way she harmed her wife Coquette. Never again will she be forced to touch, to handle, that piece of herself that she was born with and has always secretly despised. Never again will she be forced to face the horror that is penetrating someone with that thing, that wretched thing that she never asked for and now no longer possesses. 

She asks for a mirror, eager to see what Dao's done to her face. It looks familiar and strange all at once; the green locks dangling around her cheeks are new, as are the iridescent eyes trying to be at once green and violet, but she figures with some green lipstick the effect will be striking and Obrussurian rather than Arcane. Her delicate cheekbones and chin sit better with the long hair, the delicate nose, than they did before. She's striking rather than pretty, but there's beauty there as well, especially among a culture that reveres those touched by the Divine. And her hands are more delicate now, her skin softer, her waist slimmer while her hips are wider. 

"it's me," she whispers between sobs. "It's perfect, Dao, thank you."

[NPCs]

"You are very welcome," Dau replies, voice a soft whisper. A look towards him reveals just a pile of leaves and a single, pale yellow flower with a drooping head. The leaves rustle so very faintly. "I must rest now. Another comes." Somehow, the flower seems to give the impression of offering a smile before collapsing onto the ground and scattering the leaves. The young man woman! doesn't have long to ponder or dwell over this before she hears the sound of footsteps approaching the small room Dau had reshaped her in. A weighty tread, but soft; someone either rather big or carrying something heavy, but graceful and barefoot despite this. A few seconds later, there's a firm knock on the side of the doorway, the heavy vine and leaf curtain that serves as a door not twitching.

"Hey, you up and awake? Big bro asked me to check in on you." The voice is female; undeniably and intensely female in some way that's hard to explain, but even harder to miss or ignore. Deep, strong, even husky sounding; raw honey, rich and thick. 

[Shisou]

"I'm..." 

Shiori hesitates, looking down at herself, and pulls the blanket over her form. "I'm awake, but, um, I'm not wearing anything..."

[Maeve]

"'s'okay, neither am I," is the bright and cheery reply. A second later, a hand as large as Iron Bull's pushes through the curtain to allow a giant of a woman to enter. Deep green skin like pine needles, hair a rich brown like loam brightened by hundreds of tiny flowers the size of rice grains in dozens of colors, brilliant blue eyes, breasts that appear massive even on her twelve foot frame, a warm, kind smile and a dark grey slate in her hands that's supporting a trio of bowls and a flagon. "How you feeling?" She looks the much smaller woman over frankly, not shy in the least but not lecherous either.

[Shisou]

Shiori gazes up at the woman for a moment, speechless. Then her cheeks redden. Finally, she murmurs, "By Raplin, I hope you're Maeve." Then she reddens further, coughing a little in embarrassment. 

[Maeve]

That gets a throaty laugh and a wink. Bending down, she sets the tray on a coinvent twist of flat wood near Shiori (was that there before?), then sinks down to the floor. She leans back, bracing herself on her hands with her knees parted in a surprisingly innocently lewd display. "I am Maeve," she confirms. "You come up with a new name for yourself or..?"

[Shisou]

She gulps. "Shi-shiori," she stammers, still bright red. "Konoha Shiori, regent of... of nothing, yet, but, soon to be regent of my line."

[Maeve]

"So Dad mentioned," she murmurs, then glances to the side. "There's some diced fruit, some rice in a rabbit gravy and some soft cheese with honey in each of those bowls. Apple cider in the flagon." Maeve's smile warms and her gaze dips down as her cheeks redden slightly. "I... I hope it's all good." 

[Shisou]

And just like that, Shiori realizes she's hungry -- famished, even. It's strange, the way her bodily awareness still seems to be coming online in bits and pieces. She's not sure how to tell if she needs to pee just yet; she's pretty sure that'll come online when it needs to, but part of her is groggy, as though she's just awakened from a deep slumber and hasn't really made use of all her limbs yet. She reaches for a piece of cheese, but stops when it hits her tongue and tastes.... different somehow. It's subtle, but it isn't what she expected and she almost spits it out before she makes herself swallow. 

"This... will take some getting used to," she admits. "It's not bad! I rather like it, only, only... it's changed. My whole body, not just the parts I can see."

[Maeve]

Eyes alighting with interest, Maeve leans sits up and leans in towards Shiori.  She'd been looking rather delighted as she ate, very obviously pleased at how rapidly she was eating and with such gusto, but this comment really caught her attention. "Really? That's really interesting; could you describe how--" She blushes and thumps the heel of her hand against her temple. "Sorry, not pushing, you eat and process, okay? Most people bro helps out this way are little kids and they aren't really, you know, great at talking." She wrinkles her nose, looking a bit sulky. "And their parents get all weird when I try to spend time with them anyway."