The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

She relaxes. "Ah. She must have threatened him." Seeing Estelle's face, she continues, "The Iron Bull, our loyal retainer and best friend."

[Estelle Emerison]

"That is... an exotic name," Estelle noted with a smile. Loyal and a friend, and yet not here... I think I shall ask Zevran about his fate instead of asking now. "I know it's naught I had control over, but I am sorry that one who was once one of us did all that to you." She scowled, fingers twitching in a manner similar to a warrior resting a hand on the hilt of their weapon. "She truly seems to be all the worst of us in one shell."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It wasn't so bad," she says quietly, standing up and stretching. "Anything else?"

[Estelle Emerison]

"No, that's all she-- That is, that's she said about that topic. She... when she started to get lost in the pain, I managed to pull her focus back to me. But then she called me mistress and..." Estelle coughed, averting her gaze and lifting her nose at the same time. "I'm certainly not like her previous 'mistress' nor have I earned and agreed to being her proper Mistress. Not at her age."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette hesitates. "That might have been Sweetheart. The two... they used to be one, and they interchange easily when Little B gets overwhelmed. But it might not have been. We're still figuring Sweetheart out."

[Estelle Emerison]

Two used to be one? That honestly sounds terrifying. "I see. Well. I only really brought it up specifically to-- so I could ask if there's anything else I can do to help?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Sweetheart.... desires to be owned. Desires it truly and deeply. The rest of us-- well, myself and Cindy -- find that idea repugnant."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle gave that a frown, as much thoughtful as displeased. "She has no limits to that need? Lines she won't allow crossed, causes she will stand up for?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy shakes her head. "That's her purpose. We can't be violated if we willingly give everything asked of us."

[Estelle Emerison]

"No. Sorry, but-- No. That's not how that works."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She shrugs. "That's how Little B rationalized it, so that's what she believes."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle cast her gaze up at the dark stone ceiling as she tries to gather some calm. Fucking kill that stupid-- twisted perversion of so much-- cracked glass and salt right up her-- so much harm to-- "I see. Well. I... Would it be possible for me to spend more time with Little Bitch? And Sweetheart? Not-- not like today, just... getting to know them."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course. Just ask for them when you like, and I'll find them."

[Estelle Emerison]

"You're both-- all rather-- okay with that? I know we're not..." She coughed softly. "Things are still rather new."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Noire trusts you. I feel... I respect that, considerably."