The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

Oh no, she's totally not attracted to women, not even a little bit, Varisia thinks with dark glee. She  pauses a few feet away, makes an annoyed noise in her throat, then tosses the book on the bed. "Rot and dust," she mutters, moving around the bed towards a chest underneath the window. They're on the third story, so the open curtains are not a particular concern and in fact reveal a lovely view of the brook that wanders through their backyard garden. Humming softly, she bends over to root around in the chest. The action seems perfectly natural, lacking any overt posing or even flirtation, but Coquette is still offered an alluring view of a plump bottom and hint of faintly glistening flesh.

"Almost forgot my lotion; would you like some as well? I use it mostly for my hands and breasts, to keep them soft and to prevent sagging respectively, but it's well suited for skin anywhere," she offers arily as she pretends to look for the bottle right on top of the tiered chest. "Oat milk, sweetgrass, beeswax, camphor and a drop of mint essence are the bulk of it. Some scents as well. Appleblossom and... something else."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette almost doesn't register the question, so out of place it seems. One minute she's being manhandled, forced into the bed, her clothing torn away, and the next she's being offered a bit of lotion as though this were a noble sleep-over party and nothing more. "Ye-- no," she almost accepts. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia laughs softly, twisting at the waist to look back at Coquette. "Sorry, what? I didn't quite get that," she asks, tone curious and light-hearted. Feeling a bit off balanced, dear wife? I doubt you'll take the offer but that's fine. I can be patient for a little while yet. 

Probably.

If she doesn't piss me off again. Or she doesn't make me wait too damn long. I need to get laid something fierce. Stupid Allessians. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't want anything from you," she snaps. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"As you like," she says with a shrug. She waits a few seconds, then straightens up with the jar of lotion in hand. "If you wish to be a immature brat, then that's your choice to make. Just as my choices will be mine to make."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Imma-- you kidnapped me!"

[Varisia Primfana]

Forcing herself to not snap back, Varisai just rolls her eyes at first. Pulling back the covers, she slips into the bed, sitting cross-legged. "I did no such thing. Your legal guardian arranged your marriage to me, you agreed to those vows in front of a dozen witnesses and so here we are." As she speaks, she unscrews the lid of the jar and takes a slow sniff.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I have made my feelings on this sham of a marriage abundantly clear, and yet you continue to hold me hostage." Still, she keeps sneaking glances out of the corner of her eye as Varisia messes with the lotion.

[Varisia Primfana]

"Ignorant then if you prefer," Varisia replies with a shrug. Rubbing her hands together, she begins to slowly work the lotion into her skin, starting with her ribcage just below her breasts. "The law is very clear in regards to your rights. I have broken no laws in regards to yourself." She sniffs a little, humming with pleasure at the pleasing scent of the lotion. "Certainly no kidnapping or imprisonment."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"The law doesn't dictate that I must remain in the house once wed," she protests, but there's less heat to it as she keeps sneaking glances. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Not directly, no. But I am charged with keeping our Household strong and respected. And a newlywed storming off to sulk on our wedding night would be a disgrace our fledgling reputation would like as not never recover from," she lectures, eyes half closing as she slowly works her way upwards. "Do keep in mind that if our marriage were to be somehow dissolved, then you would revert back to the care of the Horrible Jerk Harrod." She pauses then to apply more lotion to her hands.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"He can try," she growls, in an oddly low, menacing tone. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia tilts her head to the side, an honestly curious look on her face. "How do you propose you would stop him?" A generous dollop of the skin cream on her hand, she rubs them together to warm it up before applying it.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"With force if I must."

[Varisia Primfana]

"With force," is the slow, deeply amused response. "That's... adorable," she finally declares indulgently.