The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

"What about..." He hesitates, then glances down at the deeply sleeping woman, then at the now swaddled babe.

[GamesMaster]

"They split us up pretty young," she admits. "I'll admit I have a tender spot for those as are mine, but I don' know her, not really. An she don't know me. It's just how it is."

[The Iron Bull]

"Can... Can you get to know her now? I mean, both still alive and such so... Still time?"

[GamesMaster]

"Sure. For the few days they let her stay, until they move her somewhere else again."

[The Iron Bull]

"Might as well have those few days then," he almost demands. "Besides, given her condition, she should be right here for a few weeks."

[GamesMaster]

Another 'tch'. "Ain't you learned nothin' yet, boy? Us human stock are just there to give birth to merikosi, an' that's all. If we die, we die."

[The Iron Bull]

"Slaver assholes."

[GamesMaster]

" But ye repeat yerself," she says, with a grim chuckle. She looks back down at the girl, then, nodding. "I think she'll live. Thank ye."

[The Iron Bull]

"It's an intensifier," he replies just as drolly. "And... yeah. I'm glad I could help."

[GamesMaster]

A few weeks pass, and today, Estelle is having a really bad day. Thanks to sabotage, she'd had to redo a chunk of a report she'd prepared for her grandmother, and she'd been chewed out about the shoddy work she presented and sent home to redo it. Furious, before she heads home she decides to stop by the public playspace to rent a male to take her frustrations out on. 

"Oh good, you got my message," says Ciel, the front desk girl at the playspace. "She's this way, we stuffed her in a private side room to calm down." 

[Estelle Emerison]

Not in the mood to play games, Estelle arches an eyebrow. "Details," she demands, not pretending to know what the fuck the girl is talking about but also not admitting to her ignorance. Her tone is brisk and smooth, her volume just a touch lower than typical conversation and, aside from the eyebrow, her expression is a neutral mask of cordial politeness.

Whatever her mood, she's still drow.

[GamesMaster]

"We don't know what happened, exactly. She went into the main playroom and next thing you know she was screaming and carrying on. We moved her to the side room and she's gotten quieter, but she didn't seem to hear our offers to escort her home. I sent runners to both you and Claudia but you got here first." She says all this as she leads to a side hallway, towards one of the rooms for quiet and recovery from intense sessions. 

Estelle can hear sobbing from within even before Ciel opens the door.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette is curled in a ball in the far corner, on a pillow, rocking back and forth and sobbing. Most of it's unintelligible, but when she sees Estelle enter, she glances up and begins babbling more loudly: "please, mistress, please don't, please, I promise I'll be good, mistress, please don't hurt me."

[Estelle Emerison]

Not bothering to look at Ceil, Estella murmurs, "you're dismissed. And your silence is... appreciated." 

Privacy secured, Estelle moves to just out of arms' reach of Coquette, then kneels on one knee. "Coquette? Can you hear me?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She flinches back, terrified. "I'm sorry, mistress 'saya," she whimpers.