The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

 Zevran pulls himself to his feet to sit on the back of Coquette's sofa, the extra wide back being designed for such things. He moves smoothly, quietly, but takes care to allow Coquette to notice his approach. "My love," he murmurs, running a hand through her hair.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"And so... I thought that.... that you should know. Isn't that strange?" she gives a small fake laugh. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle has pulled herself mostly upright as well, eyes wide at first, but then narrowing in thought. This... this would explain much, if I am honest with myself. The occasional rapid shift not just in mood, but demeanor entire. The inconsistent forgetfulness, preferences for food swinging back and forth, even her caste of being a switch. Some can do so as easily, true, but with her it was so... sharp a change. "Go on, Coquette," she gently pushes after a bit of silence. "We're all listening. Go on and finish it."

[Claudia Emerison]

"I... have a few questions, when you're done? If that's okay," Claudia adds quickly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette bows her head, hair falling in between her and them. She closes her eyes, then straightens a little. "And so we meet properly at last." Her voice has changed: lower, more sultry, more like Estelle's. Before it was higher, more timid. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Claudia is silent, a dumbfounded look on her face as she tries to process this. Thankfully, Estelle is more on the ball; forcing herself to lean over, she extends a hand towards 'Coquette.' Smiling, she replies, "pleasure to meet you... in person. I am Estelle Emerison."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"They call me Noire. In our head, when we picture what I look like, I am as Drow as you are; it is intensely frustrating to embody a half-breed instead," she adds, knowingly using the slur against her own self. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"Hey!" Claudia cries out, scowling. That slur covers her as well, after all.

[Zevran]

Wanting to head off any fighting, Zevran interjects quickly. "As my loves mentioned, each... personality or self emerges due to environmental factors. Typically speaking, it's an adaptation of sorts, a new self to better deal with a threat or problem. Noire was born, in large part, due to the shit stain we're not supposed to talk about in the Enclave."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"To be clear, it was Cindy who said that, before she cowardly tried to back out of our agreed-upon plan."

Her scowl lessens into a sigh. "Yes, alright, let me tell it, then. I am Cindy Black, human worshipper of Ciren."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Wait, Cindy said what before doing what?" Claudia asks, affront giving way to confusion. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I -- this is Cindy -- was the one giving the explanation. We all agreed it would be best coming from me. I'm the most... yes shut up, boring, fine, whatever. I'm the most boring of us up here."

[Zevran]

"It is not very overt, but when they are not attempting to be their joint mask, there are differences in their voice, the inflection and word choice , and in their body language. Mostly in how they sit and their expressions," Zevran offers, still stroking her hair.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I-- how I sit?" asks Cindy, interested. She shakes her head a moment later, trying to focus. "In any event. There are three of us that mostly have been in charge since we got here. You've met Noire and myself. The other is... well..."

Again the sultrier voice: "Zevran's little pet, Sweetheart."

[Zevran]

"Noire," Zevran chides her, voice gentle but holding a sharp edge deep inside. "Sweetheart is no-one's pet, even if she plays the role in the bedroom."