The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

She studies him a moment. "I warn you," she begins. "It will take some doing, to give me completion. It is not the work of a few moments." He won't believe me, but later, he won't be able to say I didn't warn him. "But if you are willing to try..."

[Zevran]

Zevran's lips twitch a little, the left corner actually reaching enough elevation to possibly count as a legitimate smile. "A challenge is it?" he asks lazily. "How perfectly lovely." He hums softly, then opens his eyes fully. "Did... the master of the household ever mention anything about my past? Specifically what I was trained for?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Her expression darkens. "She told me you were dangerous. Trained to kill."

[Zevran]

Zevran laughs softly, the sound bitter. "And that's all, I gather? Unsurprising really. That was only part of my training. I was good at it," he says without any evident pride in the fact. "Very good. But my initial training and my, hmm, natural talent lay in another field; pleasure slave." He laughs, a sad, amused sound. "Truth be told, if he had simply approached me the day before I was sold to him and offered to pay me a modest sum, I would have happily and enthusiastically embarked on such a career."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Oddly enough, her expression darkens further. "Then, thank you, but I cannot take you up on your offer. I don't want you to... treat me as though I were a master of yours."

[Zevran]

The smile resurfaces, even more real this time. "And that is why I am offering," he says simply. Deciding she might not understand, he expands, "because you waited for me to offer. Because I can offer or I could not offer and they are different answers to you. If I did not think such would matter to you, I would not have done this."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She hesitates, glancing away. A moment later, in a soft voice, she reveals her hesitation: "Nathaniel was a bedwarmer as well." Another long pause. "But... I think... I do trust you. That you're not... You don't seem the type to gleefully harm yourself the way he would. Alright."

[Zevran]

Zevran snorts, darkly amused. "Not in that way, no," he assures her. "The only reason I was sold, given the very significant investments put into my training and, ah, honing, shall we say, is because I have spent the last three years or so in a state of rebellion." He pauses a beat, then tests her with, "one hundred forty-three escape attempts, eighty-six murder attempts against my beloved master, one murder of my now undead master-- cheating asshole-- sixty-eight slaves helped escape, zero children, and I have no earthly way of being able to tell you how many times being punished for insolence, disobedience, and seducing his business partners, managers and, alas only the once, priestess, in order to either humiliate or disrespect him." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She gives a wry smile. "You are so much stronger than I," she muses. "I should point out it would not humiliate Varisia in the slightest if you were to seduce me, more's the pity."

[Zevran]

"I did not suspect it would," Zevran assures her. He pauses, then admits, "though it would amuse and please me should you determine that I am her better in bed."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Then come give me a demonstration," she says, pulling back toward the bed. 

[Zevran]

Zevran sets the book on the chair behind him as he follows her. "Do you have any requests, preferences or black acts?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Let's keep things vanilla, for tonight. Thank you for asking."

[Zevran]

"Start with some petting and kissing, then I could..." He smirks, glancing at the book behind him, "use my fleshy mouth muscle to lash and plunder your moist lady cave?" 

He's inordinately proud of himself for getting that entire line out without bursting out laughing.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She snorts, giggling. "I should have warned you. Varisia loves to torment me. I asked her for romances once, years ago, and now she brings me the worst she can find."