The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...mask," she says, a little above a whisper. "You promised."

[NPCs]

"Hmm? Oh, do not worry, my muse. This sketch isn't for my gallery. No, this one is for me," Tenachka assures her, reaching out to pat her head like a child. Or a pet. She then gives Coquette a sly smile. "Though... if you'd like a copy for yourself..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No thank you, mistress," she says quietly. "I wouldn't presume."

[NPCs]

"Then perhaps as a gift to someone else in your life?" the fiend continues merrily.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No thank you."

[NPCs]

"Suit yourself," Tenachka relents with a pout. "How are you doing today? Any fatigue or body aches? And don't try and hide or hold back; today is important and I refuse to work with anything less than your best."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I.. I have a bit of an ache in my right knee, mistress." Said knee being where she'd caught herself after falling off the bed last session. 

[NPCs]

"Well that won't do, will it?" Tenachka says primly. Rising to her feet, she reaches out to grab Coquette by the neck and pull her in for a hard, wet kiss. A wave of lust washes through Coquette, a euphoric sensation that leaves her body warm and lax in its wake. Horny, but whole. Pulling back, she beams at her pet. "Feeling better now?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"y-yes mistress," she whispers. 

[NPCs]

"I'm pleased to hear that! Well then, we should be off," Tenachka proclaims. She links arms with Coquette, and her tail slips under the merikos drow's dress, then wraps around her leg just above the knee. It's warm, almost hot, and the feel of it is smooth and muscular, causing tingles to dance over her skin. "I'm curious... what are you imagining for the focus piece?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I... I wouldn't know, mistress. I'm no artist myself." It rankles, a little, being so deferential -- but she's learned how to play Sweetheart, to keep her skin whole and her holes as empty as possible. Deflect, disengage, submit. That's the name of the game. 

[NPCs]

"Oh I'm not expecting you to be correct, silly! I am merely curious as to what thoughts are running around in that little head of yours."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Mayhap... pain?" she says, hesitantly. "We haven't done as much with pain lately."

[NPCs]

"Well done! Oh, that's only a small part of it, mind you, but there will be pain today, yes." She giggles lightly, as if remarking that today's lunch would include honey. "Well, let's get to it, mmh? I've prepared the scene in my playroom, but I want you to change first."

Inside the chest she indicates, Coquette finds a very familiar looking set of leather armour but no weapons. Or vials, for what that's worth.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She can't help it -- her whole body tenses and she freezes in the doorway, her breath catching in her throat.