The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette turns to glare at her, then heads for the other door -- the en-suite bathroom, where she locks herself in. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia stares at the door for a few seconds, then slumps backwards onto the bed. A moment later, she's screaming near silently into a pillow. A minute later, she knocks sharply on the door to the bathroom.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Through the door, her new wife snarls, "What?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Are you really going to sleep in the fucking bathroom?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

I just wanted to get away from you for a goddamn minute, but now that you mention it, "Yes."

[Varisia Primfana]

"No," is growled back through the door, along with the sound of the handle being tested.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette moves to sit in the bathtub, resting against the back of the circular tub. This is big enough for two. I'm impressed despite myself.

[Varisia Primfana]

"Coquette..." There's a heavy silence. "Open the door. Now."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Or what?"

[Varisia Primfana]

Instead of words, a sharp crack answers Coquette. No, two cracks, the sounds nearly overlapping. Before the sound even fades, the door is being pushed open. But... wrongly. It's pivoting the wrong way and-- there's a creaking noise and then a clack as the door slips out of the holster for it and Coquette can see Varisia as the merikos drow simply sets the now completely detached door to the side.

"Or I'll let myself in."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette shrinks back, eyes wide. ".....what?!"

[Varisia Primfana]

Feet planted in the doorway, Varisia stares at Coquette with cold eyes and a stern face. "You can be a childish, stubborn bitch if you want. I've dealt with far worse than you before and I'll do it again. But I won't let you shame the both of us like this. Now get up, strip down and get your ass in the bed before I do all that myself too."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette doesn't believe her, at first, but it doesn't take much manhandling to get her into the bed, clothing still on. She huddles against the wall in the corner of the bed, glaring daggers at Varisia as the other woman prepares for bed, arms wrapped around her knees. I won't sleep. I'll wait here until she's asleep then make my move. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Gods fuck in a circle, I can't believe-- I've heard less shrill screams and wails while killing people than when I started yanking off her dress. Scowling darkly, Varisia at least comforts herself that she got Coquette's shoes, corset and hair pins removed. This is going to be so damn unpleasant. I really didn't want to... Fuck it. Unless she drops the spoiled brat shit in the morning, I'll give the order to lace her food with some Glow of Contentment. Start with a tenth dose, work up from there. Huffing, she strips off her clothes in swift, practiced motions and grabs a book from her dresser before heading for the bed.

She'd removed everything, meaning Coquette had found her glare being converted into a leer against her intentions. Soft grey skin, smooth and supple, over lean muscles that offer more grace than power but no small amount of both. She has a dozen thin white marks across her back that the woman once known as the Silver Scale can't not realize are whip marks despite the stylized dagger tattoo running half the span of her spine. There's a burn on the left side of her torso, roughly a score of thumb sized splotches in rough oval shapes, and a chunk of flesh missing from her left thigh with clearly defined teeth marks making it clear how that occured. Despite the battle scars, she walks with pride and utter confidence; hips sway, generous breasts bounce subtly with each step and she makes no effort to hide her hardened nipples or the small strip of white fair above her slit. She smirks slightly as she approaches, trying to judge Coquette's reactions.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette looks away, swallowing hard. Despite herself, something about the situation arouses her, makes her intrigued. There's a small piece of her almost excited by this scenario; it's right out of an erotic adventure novel, the Drow mistress and her unwilling captive. And Varisia's not...bad looking, exactly. Not that she's interested in women. That would be deviant.