The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

~Next week will be fine, but can we do Morday instead? I have lessons Terraday, Aquaday, and Metalladay.~ 

[Tethras Clan]

~Umm... yes, but can we meet an hour earlier? I want to be sure we're done well in time for me to pick up the kiddos.~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~That's fine with me.~ 

[Tethras Clan]

~Be well, Coquette. I wish you comfort and joy.~

[NPCs]

"You're late," Tenachka says in a clipped tone. She's seated behind her desk in the main office/parlor of Tenachka's domain, arms crossed, and expression severe. And Coquette is late, even if just by three minutes, a misstep that sets her on the backfoot from the start. "Strip down and take a seat. Hopefully we can make up the time, if you pay attention and focus."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, ma'am." Coquette's voice is not at all what Tenachka expected -- soft, yielding, pliant. She strips simply and efficiently, not trying to be modest at all, and sits on the indicated stool, looking down at her hands folded in her lap. 

[NPCs]

The next hour goes by at a steady clip as Tenchka gives Coquette a very direct and informative lecture on the legal system of the Enclave, with a focus on property and land rights. "During our next session, we'll cover family and inheritance laws. Do you have any questions?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

So many. "No ma'am."

[NPCs]

"Very good then," is the crisp reply. Tenachka then stands up in order to slip her dress off, revealing her to be naked underneath. "Stand up and let me have a look at you. Are you wet right now, my promised muse?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No, ma'am." A simple, straightforward answer as she stands, eyes still downcast. 

[NPCs]

Tenachka clicks her tongue, but lets it go. "Follow me," she orders, striding towards the back of the suite. She takes them to a well lit room, the walls protected by drop cloths and the floor flecked with dried paint. And, worryingly, burn marks. At the moment, there's only three things in the room; an easel set with a blank canvas and a sideboard for a wooden case to rest on, a very comfy looking, single-person sized armchair and, next to that, a small wooden nightstand with a lamp on it. Ah, there's also a slim red novel on the nightstand, plus a bottle of what is likely oil. "Have a seat. We're going to start with sketches."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette settles herself in the chair, on the edge of it, trying to take up as little space as possible. 

[NPCs]

Clicking her tongue again, Tenchka shakes her head almost sadly. "No, no," she protests. "Don't be so stiff! Lounge in the chair. Recline back, relax your body. Read the book. I want leisure and contentment."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette obediently lays back, body going limp save for one hand picking up the book and opening it. Her face is placid, unremarkable. She looks.... bland. 

[NPCs]

Tenachka frowns, arms crossing under her bust. "What is this?" she demands sharply. "What are you doing?"