The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"Which, assuming you are being honest, does not help me," Zevran points out. He glances down then, a look of faint disappointment flickering, at Justina abruptly leaping to her feet. The feline moves away a foot or so, then begins to studiously wash her paw.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I will ask. Maybe she'll tell me. Maybe she won't. If she does, I'll pass along the information. It's the best I can do."

[Zevran]

Zevran purses his lips as he considers her response. A part of him, a part of him that is still that friendly, lonely, hopeful, generous little boy he once was, shouts to trust her. To try once more. 

The blood soaked murderer, the broken slave, the unwilling rapist, the bitter, empty soul... Those parts are all much louder. And yet he still yearns. I cannot trust her. I cannot. But perhaps... Perhaps I need not trust her, not truly. "I would be interested in knowing what she says," he finally replies. "I would also be interested in what she says-- and does-- about your old friend." Tests then. Test and test again. I will find the limits of your trustworthiness and pray they are greater than Sirena's mercy.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette looks sad, but she nods, understanding and accepting the price. It's just a test. She might be angry, but nothing truly bad will come of asking. I'm sorry, Bull, but hopefully she won't fly into a rage this time. 

"So. What shall be our entertainment for the evening?"

[Zevran]

Zevran hesitates, eyes flicking past her. Strangely, it's not in Bull's direction so what... "It has been... a long--" If it were not for Cedric, the smooth shift of intent , the way his mouth had begun to form a hard 't' sound, would have gone unnoticed, "day, and I am sure you must be tired. You need not trouble yourself for my sake, if that is a concern, though I am of course ready to indulge your own fancy."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh nonsense. Have the lads taught you to play Go yet? That's a particular favorite of mine."

[Zevran]

"i know the rules and can generally manage to fumble along well enough," he replies smoothly, looking down at the board-- and the cat laying across the table just to the side of it. "And luckily, the furry tyrant here is allowing us to play, provided, I'm sure, we do so quietly."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Then let's play, and see if you can learn something from me." She smiles, pouring herself a refill of tea and setting up the board. 



They don't have sex that night. In the morning, Coquette returns to Varisia's chambers early in the morning to help her pack for her next trip, and it isn't long before she slips in her questions:

"So, I spent some time with Zevran last night. Is there a particular reason you purchased him, so that I might know how to best use him?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"The same as you use any of our sweetest toys," Varisia says distractedly, annoyance showing in the furrow of her brow but missing from her voice. Thankfully, it's not directed at her in the slightest but rather due to her having to leave so suddenly and so damn soon after getting back home. But the fuck-up the Debliy Household's heir had managed to pull off had opened up an opportunity Varisia simply can't pass up. Almost literally, as if she doesn't take it, the nobility will assume it was missed due to weakness or incompetence. A note of worn down exasperation and a much stronger dollop of amusement enters her voice as she adds, "though I cannot but hope the use will be less, ah, fraught with tension and disappointment than with Nathanial."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You know how I feel about him," she chides. "Was there any other reason you chose him in particular? There must be a hundred other pleasure slaves you could have taken as easily."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia stills a moment, then slowly turns to face Coquette directly. "You never asked anything like this about Shisou. Or the twins, or Robert or even Nathaniel." Rare for her to mention Robert, the short lived member of their harem and the only person to have cast or even left it so far. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I was still half afraid of you when you brought home the twins and Shisou. Robert didn't interest me much. And Nathaniel... I suppose he makes me sad enough not to pry."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Nothing to do with his skin?" she asks lightly, eyes intent.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Perhaps a little," she teases. "You've never brought one of our own kind home before. Maybe you're planning to replace me."

[Varisia Primfana]

"He has a cock," Varisia says flatly. "The best of men could not measure to the worst of us."