The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

"W-w-w-w-w-w-wear s-s-s-s-something n-n-n-n-n-ice. The H-h-h-house w-w-w-w-will p-p-p-p-p-pick u-up the b-b-b-b-bill."

[Zevran]

"What does 'nice' mean in..." Zevran trails off, looking momentarily perplexed. "It occurs to me that I am unsure if we are even in Alessa proper?"

[Shisou]

"Th-th-th-the t-t-t-wins s-sh-should b-b-b-b-b-e a-a-a-ble t-t-t-t-to h-h-h-help y-y-y-y-you p-p-p-p-pick s-s-s-s-someth-thing, b-b-b-b-b-but y-y-y-y-es, w-w-w-w-w-we a-a-a-are i-in th-the n-n-n-noble q-q-q-quarter o-o-o-of A-alyss-sa."

[Zevran]

"Thank you," Zevran replies with another faint smile. "That would have bothered me a fair bit, now that I'd realized I didn't know. Hmm. Not to spoil the conversation later, but I am curious; how long have you been-- been here?"

[Shisou]

"A-a-a-a-almost f-f-f-f-f-ive y-y-y-y-y-ears. S-s-s-since I w-w-w-was s-s-s-s-sixt-t-teen. N-n-n-n-ath-than-n-n-niel is the n-n-n-n-newest a-a-a-at t-t-t-t-hree y-y-y-ears. T-th-the t-t-t-t-twins h-h-h-h-h-ave b-b-b-b-been h-h-h-here a d-d-d-d-ec-cad-de o-o-o-r m-m-m-m-m-m-m-ore."

[Zevran]

"Is that normal for Toukami? Pardon, the being married at sixteen."

[Shisou]

He shakes his head. "I w-w-w-w-as a-a-a-lmost se-e-v-v-v-vente-e-e-en, s-s-so i-it w-w-w-wasn't s-s-s-super w-w-w-weird b-b-b-but a l-l-l-it-t-t-t-tle un-u-u-sual."

[Zevran]

"I see. You should probably change up," he remarks, reaching out to take the barbell from Shisou. 

[Shisou]

Shisou nods. "S-s-s-s-see y-y-y-you t-t-t-t--tonight," he adds, smiling at Zevran shyly before heading to the big exercise ball. 


Shisou means to seek out Coquette and let her know his plans, but he doesn't have to. Shortly after exercise time, when they're enjoying a snack and plenty of hydration to ensure they keep their smooth, tone skin nice and flush, she comes to find them. She smiles at Shiosu and the twins, but heads straight for Zevran, oddly enough. "Come, speak with me for a few moments in private," she says, and while it comes out as an order, her tone is kind enough. 

[Zevran]

And what new trick or ploy shall it be now? Wordlessly, he rises to his feet and follows her, eyes mostly closed.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She doesn't lead him far from the common recreation room, merely to the front parlor, where she has a seat on one of the sofas and gestures for him to do the same. "I have good news and bad news for you," she begins promptly. "I have been investigating the matter you asked about, but I was not able to obtain the full details. I do know that she wishes for a child from you, though as you have declined, I will not pressure you into such. Furthermore, she called you special, but refused to elaborate on why exactly that was."

[Zevran]

Zevran stills a moment, gaze rising so he's looking at her through half-lidded eyes. A part of her-- a more literal phrase than for most people, though it should probably be 'some parts of her' instead-- recognize that empty gleam in his eyes. It's less than predatory, as there's no need for the violence it offers, just a ruthless appraisal of whether Coquette's death would bring more good than bad. 

Her wife has looked at her with those eyes before, many, many (not enough) years ago.

"I will never sire a child. Ever." I've seen to that.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I understand," she says kindly. "You're still welcome to stay here and be part of the harem. I will do my best to redirect Varisia's disappointment onto myself, so that you do not suffer for it. Do you see yourself able to remain here? Varisia has gone, and will not be back for at least a week, giving you plenty of time to settle in and recover from your injuries before the issue comes up."

[Zevran]

"And what would be required of me?" Zevran asks, that gleam fading away so only vague interest remains showing.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Politeness. The ability to get along with the others in the harem. The ability to endure my company. For myself, little else. Varisia can be quite demanding when she puts her mind to things, but I will do what I can to shield you from her whims. She seems fond of you, after a fashion, so I do not anticipate too much trouble aside from the issue of, well, issue."