The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

"If you can find me a replacement that meets my criteria in the next, hmm, two days..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is there a temple to Ciren anywhere here?" she asks, tilting her head. 

[NPCs]

"Not a formal and public one, no. Some might have a personal shrine, I suppose," she replies, her eyes hinting at disdain. "And just in case you were considering a summon or the like, I'm afraid such beings aren't compatible with the paints I'll need to use."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No, rather, I suspect a devotee of Ciren would have the sort of passion you require in a subject. I was hoping to hang around a temple and meet people." She shrugs, a little awkwardly, disliking how few people she truly knows here. 

[NPCs]

"Doubtful, but not entirely impossible," Tenachka allows with a nod. "I know most everywhere in the Enclave, Coquette, and can count on both hands the number of people that might fit my criteria, save that they have all turned me down when I asked... save for Claudia."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Thinking of Sweetheart, she asks, "would I meet your criteria?"

[NPCs]

Tenachka puts on a masterful look of surprise, then speculation. Of course, it's also possible it's actually sincere.

"Actually... you just might, yes. I had written you off, taking your previous, ah, rebuffs to mean a refusal for art as well but if you are volunteering then yes. To be clear, you'd be willing to model for the same pose and memories as the ones I already have? They're in much the same theme as the one I already showed you," she adds.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I will need to see them, first. To know what I am signing myself up for."

[NPCs]

"Of course, of course," is the soothing reply. "Tomorrow, two bells past noon then?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I will see you then." And then, as if to punctuate her statement, the bells ring for the end of the hour -- and the end of her lesson. "Fare well, Miss Tenachka."

[NPCs]

"I always do," Tenachka says with a bright smile that does, in fact, reach her eyes, but in the way that the flames of a burning city might dress the clouds above in a wash of red light.

[Coquette Blacquin]

For nearly 24 hours, Coquette panics. She doesn't dare talk to Claudia about it, or even Estelle; instead, she pays calls, seeking someone else she can trick into taking Claudia's place. But nobody seems stupid enough to deal with Tenachka -- stupid as Coquette. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Maybe it won't be so bad? Noire thinks as she heads to the private showing. Maybe it'll just be... suggestive, not... ?

[NPCs]

"Oh wonderful timing!" Tenachka cries out as she opens the door open. Her eyes are sparkling with excitment and delight, her smile beaming, her silver hair bound tightly against her head, her dragon rampant and flecks of colorful paint adding a whimsical beauty to her already appealing skin. "I've been doing a few test swatches, just in case you managed to find a model, and I just love to show you my methods."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette takes in the whole sight: tits, cock, lack of balls -- and almost leaves then and there. She even starts to turn to go before she steels herself, glancing down again before plastering on the fakest smile Tenachka's ever seen her put on before. "Good. I hate to disappoint."

[NPCs]

Tenachka simultaneously steps back to allow Coquette in and covers her mouth with one hand. "Oh dear, I forgot you were raised-- Well. I should have warned you that I prefer to work in the nude; I find it allows me to be more... authentic in my work, I suppose."