The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

That gets a wicked grin. "Speak for yourself! I hadn't laughed that hard in weeks." The large male bodyguard snorts loudly, causing a bit of smirk to bleed into the grin. "Your Bull looked ever so fetching with all those ribbons entangling his horns." Even more fetching later, when the ribbons were ties. How far you've come, my darling love, from the useless, prudish bitch your father sold me.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Who would have thought I could birth such a little monster," she laughs, shaking her head. "No. No chocolate except during supervised playtime. It will interfere with her lessons. But if you're good," she adds, squatting down to the child's level, "You can have a cranberry scone. Alright?"

[Zevran]

There's a few seconds of silence as Coquette resists a fetching pout, then finally the little girl makes a devastating counter-offer. "Tenty-five scones." Unable to stop himself, Zevran lets a chuckle slip out.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette smirks, holding up a finger. "One scone, and I won't count that as your dessert for tonight."

[NPCs]

"Is chocolate?"

The servant girl sighs softly, shaking her head as she juggles the just barely past infant stage daughter on her hip. She looks amused, if exasperated. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Cranberry. You like cranberries, remember?"

[NPCs]

"And," the hidden kaiju explains patiently, reaching over to pat her momma's cheek.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You are definitely not having chocolate before bed," scolds Coquette. "You know better than that. But if you ask nicely, maybe Cook will make you a pavlova."

[NPCs]

"Pav-la?" she repeats awkwardly. Leaning forward just a little, the nurse murmurs, "the cloud with jam in it." Eyes lighting up, the little girl steps right up to Coquette and puts her on hand up so she's cradling her momma's face. Looking directly at her, expression earnest and eager, she begs, "please yes mama." A look of inspiration flashes across her expressive face and she sweetens it with, "love you! And also pirate costume if yes please okay?"

Behind her, Varisia stuffs the side of her hand in her own mouth to muffle her laughter. Pretty sure that offer isn't as tempting coming from you, lovie. My 'quette might enjoy playing pirates, but it just wouldn't be the same without her booty being plundered at the end.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"When you're older, love," she says almost tenderly, ruffling the girl's hair. "Now go on and play. Be good for Nurse, okay?"

[Zevran]

Zevran's eyebrows are raised a bit as he watches this interplay, though he remains silent as Nurse gathers up the young girl and departs. An interesting little display, but possibly staged. Or even if true, one can love their children and still think nothing of raping and torturing a slave. And yet... His eyes drift back towards Varisia, who has risen to her feet and is staring back at him.

"How did you get injured?" she asks bluntly. "Who and when?"

Frowning, he debates on whether to be maliciously compliant but decides to test the waters instead. "Most recently, I was beaten with the shaft of a broken oar. Mostly my legs and thighs. I was also whipped with silk cords--  my back and chest-- and dragged onto and off the ship bringing me here." A slight pause. "What I have been given since my arrival was the first food or drink I've been given in a week or so that was not someone's piss." He says all of this in a dull monotone, with only the very dim glimmering of his tattoos hinting at any kind of emotion.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette purses her lips together in thought. Worse than I suspected. And yet... here, in front of Virisia, he wants to talk about last night?

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia is still for a long moment, then slowly turns to face the last person to have entered the courtyard. A person that Zevran just now realized is a teifling, so focused was he in the two noblewomen and their family. "Ethrai? Track down the ship Captain. Find out if he was following or breaking orders, find out--" She pauses, taking a careful breath. "Find out everything. Rip their minds and bodies apart if you have to, I don't care. I will not let this go without a proper response."

The teifling grins broadly, revealing a mouth filled with spines instead of teeth and nods. Without a word, she turns on her heel and stalks into the house. Gaping, Zevran doesn't even notice her lack of shadow or the additional spines carefully woven through her chainmail. He just stares at Varisia, entirely off balance by her response.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I hope he was breaking them," opines Coquette, in flawless Elven. "I would hate for you to have to leave so soon. You only just got home."

[Zevran]

Zevran's eyes dart from one lady to the other, brow furrowing briefly. "Standing orders, as far as I know," he offers warily, wanting, needing, to prod at them both, testing their reactions. Is she really her? She has not said anything but-- She sent everyone else away and then... "I am, according to some, a most disobedient, contrary slave. Such means that--"