The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

Bull squints at her for a moment. "Okay..." he says slowly, not arguing or running. Sounds confused, that's for sure, but still game.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"So, well... it's good to meet you at last," she says quietly. "My name is Cindy Black. The other one you just saw was Cedric Silver. He's still here, but he's sulking so he won't come out to say hi."

[The Iron Bull]

"Nice to met you," he echoes, stepping forward and offering his hand. "Which, uh, I mean...Before now, who..?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She takes his hand, shakes it. "Frequently it has been myself. Frequently also it has been-- well, she calls herself Coquette Primfana, but we call her Madam Noire as a nickname."

[The Iron Bull]

The Iron Bull nods slowly as he considers all this in his steady, deliberate way. "This is pretty weird," he admits baldly. "No idea iffen it's a good or bad weird on my own thoughts so I'll be taking your say so on it being fine fer now." He rubs at his left horn, the one with the subtle bend to it. "So, uh, how's this work anyways?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"From my perspective... I wake up, or I come to myself after having been daydreaming, and it's been hours or days since I was last paying attention. Often when I am awake, someone else is there with me. We are almost never truly singular in the consciousness. We all have different memories, different personalities, are basically different people. We argue, a lot. The others tell me of a place in the subconscious where they can meet and speak to each other, but I can only access it in dreams myself. They tell me it's because I am closer to being the original Coquette, so I am awake most often and it's harder for me to let go of being awake in the body. It is most often myself and Madam Noire who are awake, and I have been letting her drive the coach, so to speak, when we are both awake. It is easier for her to blend in. Much of what people expect Coquette Primfana to be, she is: haughty, arrogant, proud. I try to take over when we speak to you; it was myself who was watching you at the stables when we first met, myself who-- what? I'm sorry, Cedric is-- Cedric tells me he met you before I did. He was the one who hired you, apparently. I discovered you after you'd been hired, and watched you with the horses. I was the one who wanted you as our guard."

[The Iron Bull]

Damn, that sounds complicated as all get out and then some more. Still, she seems ta be making it work. Not sure about the whole sleeping part but... "Sounds complicated," he says a few seconds after Coq-- Cindy finishes. "And you been like this alla yer life?"

At her nod, he hums softly. "Thas good. Umm. So Ced hires me, you promoted me... Which, uh, which of you..." He hesitates, not sure exactly what he wants to ask. Who was it that trusted me to tend to her beaten, nude body? Who was it that told me that they needed me, begged without asking to never leave? Who was it that I held at night for weeks after having a nightmare about miscarrying again? Who was it that gave me a ring worth more than I'd should earn my whole life?

Who is it that loves me?

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It's... it's mostly been me, interacting with you," she says quietly. "But Ced, um... Well. You should be able to tell when it's Madam Noire, if you look back. She's the haughty one, the one who sounds like a noblewoman's wife. And you'd know Little Bitch if you met her. She's.... she's not stable, or whole. She's barely functional as a person. So. I don't think you've met her, really."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull nods once again, his honest face showing his focus on trying to work through this strange new context for his life. "Alright," he says, mostly to just get himself started talking. "Alright, then-- Wait, no, sorry, what? Who's that last?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Little Bitch. She's... broken, I guess is the best way to call it. She doesn't... function. Again, you'd know her if you met her."

[The Iron Bull]

"Ummm. Can we... help her?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy shrugs. "I haven't the faintest idea how."

[The Iron Bull]

"Well, how's she broken? I mean, tha can mean a whole lotta things," he begins reasonably. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She screams, a lot. Cries. She's willing to roll over and submit to the first person who speaks sternly around her. Very submissive."

[The Iron Bull]

"Yeah, okay, that's a kind of broken alright," Bull says slowly, eyes wide. I definitely haven't meat 'er yet, that's for sure. Well, unless... "Is she... I mean, was she... that pond?"