The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Mmmm," she replies, planting a kiss on the side of Varisia's neck. "Did you kill him?"

[Varisia Primfana]

A deeply unhappy growl rumbles in the throat Coquette is tasting.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I see," she replies, as though those were words and not a noise one of the cats might make. "Is that why you bought him, then? To spite that pathetic excuse for a mortal?"

[Varisia Primfana]

The growl continues for a moment, then dies to allow a sigh to slip out. "No. Well. In a way, I suppose. Zevran is..." She hesitates a moment, then shrugs faintly. "Zevran was one of Denarius's prizes, his favorite perhaps. But the ass is less skilled with people than he wishes to think himself and he pushed Zevran too hard for too long. He's shattered, just as much as our sweet Nathaniel. Some turn to dust that needs a shape imposed on them to function but others, like Zevran, are left as heaps of jagged edges." Turning in place to face Coquette, she cups her wife's face. "Talk, touch, even taste if you wish, but be careful, my love. He will not trust us and will not accept that he is to be freed. If he harms you, in any way, I will have him killed at once." 

What she would do if he so much as threatened their daughters is left unspoken.

[Coquette Blacquin]

So he's dangerous. I see. "No fear," she says, leaning into Varisia's hand. "I will take care with him, my love." 

And careful she is. When she finally calls him to her bedchamber two days later, she wears a sharp hairpin to put her hair up, and wears a corset she's had custom-made with two knives in place of two of the ribs. Furthermore, she invites Iron Bull to stand guard in the room with them, to keep watch as she takes him to bed -- not something he's altogether uncomfortable with, novel as it is. 

It's been an interesting few days. Mostly, Zevran takes his time resting and recovering, eating and drinking and sleeping, generally building up his health. The harem is left to its own devices, save for one visit Nathaniel makes to the house, and Zevran is taught to play a few board games and left to read some of the books they are given. Shisou is given piano lessons on the new piano, which he is oddly fascinated in; Nathaniel proves to be a less apt pupil, but he tries dutifully for a while. Zevran learns quickly that at feeding time, the cats come around begging, mostly because Shisou feeds them. There are at least four cats; it seems the Lady has a liking for the creatures and has adopted each of them from the streets, had them altered, and keeps them on the property as housecats. 

When he gets to her chambers, he is admitted only as far as the outer chamber, where tea is laid out in the sitting area. The Lady herself sits on one of the couches, watching him enter with a guarded expression. "Greetings," she says quietly in Common. 

[Zevran]

She might have intended to say more, but the sight of the merikos drow male holding her beloved Justina in his arms would give her pause even if this was not their first true meeting. The pure white long-fur cat is a gorgeous and fussy feline who should have been a pampered pet of a noble Household but was born with a crooked tongue. Distrustful and aloof, Coquette can't recall Justina allowing anyone but her and Nox hold her. Even Lux and Shisou are only allowed, on rare occasions, to offer a few strokes.

"Greetings," he echoes back to her, eyes narrowed as he studies her. Aside from the cat-- and his heritage-- nothing stands out about him at the moment; he's wearing one of the traditional short house-robes like the entire harem wears in the day-to-day, though she sees that  he's got on some thin cotton pants as well. Barefoot, of course, with his hair held close to the nape of his neck thanks to a leather tie and, something of a surprise, his nails freshly painted a soft green.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Please put the cat down and have a seat," she offers, shaking her head to clear the sight from her mind. I suppose he must have a way with animals. A Uryllite, perhaps? "Do partake of some fresh fruit and tea. I will tell you immediately, to set your mind at ease, that if you so desire it, nothing will happen in these chambers but tea and conversation, perhaps a light board game. I am no rapist, to force myself on the unwilling."

[Zevran]

Zevran raises an eyebrow but does as requested, setting Justina down on a plush red cushion generously dusted with clumps of white hairs. He pauses again, looking at her with an impression of dubious regard that somehow comes off as passably polite by some quirk, at her second comment. His easy, almost lazy smile perhaps. "That would indeed be reassuring to know," he says neutrally, finally moving over to take a seat across from her. "There is, however..." He trails off leadingly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"The matter of why I called you here?" she asks, eyebrow raising briefly to signal Iron Bull to shut the door and lock it. "I wish to get to know you. If you are amenable, that could well be through sexual congress -- I am certain that my wife intended you to get me with child, as she has been nothing but kind in indulging me but frankly deserves a merikos drow daughter to be her heir. But there is plenty of time for that if you desire to wait. Or, indeed, Shisou could provide me with my next child, as I am certain he is eager to do."

[Zevran]

Zevran leans back, a hint of amusement growing on his face as she speaks. Right up until she mentions him siring a child. Instantly, his eyes had gone flat and empty. "No." Behind him, Iron Bull flexes his hand, as if getting ready to make a fist.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Alright," she allows, nodding. "Consider that off the table." She leans forward, and there's something almost predatory in her eyes for a moment, something dangerous. "Do you wish to leave the household? Or are you content at least to remain in my harem?"

[Zevran]

"So she was lying then?" he murmurs, perhaps more to himself than to her. He sounds... sad, but also resigned.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"About your freedom? Far from it. But if you wish to depart, I can take the fall for smuggling you to freedom. I cannot speak to your fate with your former master if you take this option, of course, but I assume you are a smart man, able to keep yourself free if given the opportunity. It doesn't sit well with me that you were purchased from slavery; I made this same offer to Nathaniel, and he declined."

[Zevran]

Zevran hums softly, thankfully not able to see Iron Bull mouthing very exaggeratingly 'what the actual fuck princess' over and over again. "I must say, that's by far the nicest, most mannerly, way an owner has attempted to test my obedience."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette leans back, a small frown of displeasure appearing across her lips. "This is no test. Say the word. I will have you smuggled from the house as soon as my wife departs once more. That will give you, oh, at least a week to get yourself hidden someplace where I cannot sell you out if she demands me to. I am certain she would pursue you, but you'd have enough of a head start to ensure you are not found."

She leans forward, pouring the tea. "I do not hold with slavery. I refuse to have slaves in my household. You are a free man as far as I am concerned, regardless of your status with my wife. If you stay, which I very  much hope you will, it will be by your choice. If you come to my bed, tonight or any other night, it will be willingly." 

As she leans back, she adds, "I suppose you have seen very little of my household, to be fair. What you have seen thus far is how the household functions when the Mistress is home. There is joy to be had here. I do not treat my harem poorly. Should you stay, your every need will be provided for, and for nothing more than the pleasure of your company now and again. You will be branded with the household brand, indicating that you are.... a member of the family, is the best way to explain to outsiders. Shy of harming my children, your requests will be granted. You will be shown pleasure, should you prove amenable; I ensure that my harem reaches completion, the service is not one-sided. I am quite skilled in the bedroom arts; you would be hard-pressed to find a more knowledgeable lover. I also seek to do justice as well as bring beauty to the household."