The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You could be deviant like that. Interested in someone less wilfull and intelligent." She smirks. "Still, it's good to be reassured."

[Varisia Primfana]

"No, I could not," she snaps back, the barest hint of real temper touching her voice. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Hey, hey, I'm just joking," says Madam Noire soothingly. "I know you would never do that. He's clearly inferior to either of us."

[Varisia Primfana]

That takes Varisia aback, the high wife looking startled, then distracted as she assesses herself. "Astea's ass. I am sorry, Coquette," she says quietly. "I am evidently more upset about this trip than I was admitting to myself. I loathe that I am being forced to break a promise to our eldest, even one as petty as missing a tea party with her new doll."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm sure she'll forgive you," she says gently. "Especially if you bring her back a new tea set to replace the one she's chipped."

[Varisia Primfana]

"I know," Varisia sighs, running a hand through her hair. "Hellsfire, she's not even Named yet, she won't remember the party or my lack at it within the year. But..." She trails off, brooding.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"But you'll remember." Coquette sighs. "I don't suppose I could go in your stead? Or some business partner of yours?"

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia looks startled, then snorts. "That's kind of you, love, but this is a real business trip, not just a meet and greet," she says dismissively, reaching out to tap Coquette on the nose. "And I wouldn't trust Bartrand with-- well, anything really, I cannot wait until I can cut him loose," based on previous discussions, she likely means that literally, "but Makepeace and Tueloia wouldn't suit either. Makepeace doesn't know the field in question anywhere near well enough and Tueloia... well. She's so very handy to have around, it'd be a damn shame to have to kill her for double-crossing me so soon."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy notes that down to pass along to Cedric, while Madam Noire sighs. "I just hate to see you so unhappy."

[Varisia Primfana]

"And I you," Varisia whispers, reaching out to tug her wife closer. "I've four hours before I must depart and I think we should, mmmh, perk ourselves up, no? An hour of play, then we share a bath with the girls, put them to bed and then you can walk me to airdock." She pauses, a thoughtful look forming. "And perhaps we can summon our newest toy for that hour?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Aw, but I want you all to myself," says Coquette, before Madam Noire can chime in properly. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Looking amused, Varisia slides her hands down to cup Coquette's ass. "Feeling a touch greedy, Verdlauna?" she purrs, kneading the taut flesh beneath her fingers. "I am not... opposed to this, though I must confess that I was looking forward to seeing you get rutted by him. Perhaps when I return. For tonight... I am in the mood for either binding you to the fucking horse or using those lovely scented candles you found. But just a blindfold, not your hood. I want to kiss you tonight."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is that why you wanted him?" she purrs. "To see a  male with skin like yours thrusting into me while I please you?" 

[Varisia Primfana]

"It's an appealing vision, isn't it," she agrees as hands drift upwards, undoing the buttons of Coquette's dress as she goes. "Nox and Lux are both handsome, absolutely, but there's just something to be said about that certain shade of grey." She pauses then to kiss Coquette, hard and lingering. "You know what would be even better however?" she whispers, forehead resting on hers.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A child with skin like yours?" she asks, hands going up to entwine in Varisia's hair.