The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

"Ah, allow me," Talmus says, sounding both eager and a little distressed. She deftly plucks a caramel up and holds it up so it just barely brushes against Coquette's lips. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She eats the caramel, a little troubled. This isn't right. Something else is going on here. 

[NPCs]

Maddeningly, nothing goes wrong, nothing is sprung in her. Tenachka even warns her that her next idea will be more degrading than today. And it is, but Vik and Vansul are there afterwards to clean her up, to cuddle and pet her. It's actually nice, even enjoyable. The shaming and defiling is... unacceptable, of course it is, but there's a perverse kind of freedom and pleasure in it that's so much harder to hate or deny when she's rewarded for it.

Worse, there's still weeks left to go. Even worse still from that, a part of her is starting to think of it as 'only weeks still left'.

[Shiori]

Shoiri drops Jassinth's hand as they enter the main house, Jass dropping half a step behind. She takes a deep breath and walks after the servant, head held high, ready to face the music. 

[NPCs]

"Sit. Down," Koji says and is voice is extremely worrying. There's no anger in it, not at the moment at least, but there is a sharp determination and calculation that, paired with how his focus is directly solely at Shiori, makes it clear he knows exactly how this meeting will end and Shiori's will or desires have no sway here.

[Shiori]

Shiori drops to her knees on the cushion, sitting with hands folded in her lap. 

[NPCs]

Koji takes two, slow, breathes before he speaks again. "Do you have any idea on what you've done to this family? Did you ever stop to consider the costs?"

[Shiori]

"My sister is not an acceptable sacrifice for you to throw away." Shiori's voice is low but firm

[NPCs]

"We need to sacrifice someone if we're to save anyone! Why should your sister be off limits? Are you so arrogant as to think your affection is enough to make them better than everyone else in the Clan?"

[Shiori]

"Who are we saving, Koji! Look around!"

[NPCs]

"Anyone," Koji hisses back. "Every month I can buy us is another handful of kinsmen given a safe path after our fall. If I have to buy that month with one person's life or happiness? Then so be it."

[Shiori]

"Then spend your own."

[NPCs]

Without even the slightest wince or other sign of regret, Koji replies, "I already have. Upon the official falling of our house, I am life-contracted to the Hebi clan as an unranked secretary." Meaning he'll have no authority to speak of, little protection and no control over his his career, marriage, breeding, medical care or living situation.

[Shiori]

"For what? What did you even gain, if everyone you hoped to protect are sold to pay for that protection?"

[NPCs]

"I sold myself for time, for medicine that has kept our Patriarch alive for over a year past even the most generous estimations," Koji hisses. "I've sold a dozen of our Clan to secure good lives for scores more. I have no illusions that my hands are clean, that my soul will not be judged poorly by our ancestors. But I do not care. I will do whatever is needed to protect as many of my kin as I can."