The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

Twisting in place, Varisia calls out, "Blossom, come here now."

Without delay, someone steps into the doorway and approaches Varisia. She's short, though not much shorter than Coquette. Willowy build, aside from the engorged belly that marks her as pregnant as Coquette is, if not even further along. She's already wearing the livery of the household, though she's barefoot for some reason and there's a flap across the front of her tunic that looks to be closed by just two simple ties. It's hard to see her face, as her head is bowed down low and remains that way the entire time she approaches, but Coquette can see the light brown hair and pointed ears easily enough. She doesn't say a word, simply coming to a stop a few feet from Varisia and waiting. 

"She's a merikos elf, which is just about perfect. I mean, a merikos drow wet nurse would be ideal, of course," Varisia says brightly, clearly delighted with her find. "But that means our baby girl will get the proper sort of milk. I know the healer said it doesn't really matter, as long as the source is healthy and such but still, it's best jdone just in case, no?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She's still pregnant? You're certain she's due before I am?" asks Coquette, studying the woman closely. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Very sure," Varisia says firmly, nodding. "The stud was human and the child is merikos, not pureblood, so she will be giving birth within the month. Which is a little sooner than I'd like, but I checked with the healer and she'll keep producing milk as long as she's, well, milked in the meantime."

[Coquette Blacquin]

This she can't quite ignore. "Stud?" Coquette finds herself asking before she's thought much about it -- a sure sign one of her backseat personalities is bleeding through. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia hesitates a moment, a look of annoyance flickering on and off her face in an instant. "Blossom was... part of a breeding program," she says dismissively, though the more predatory sides of Coquette would note the tension across her shoulders. "I've removed her from there, obviously, but, just as obviously, there are lingering effects."

"You want something to eat?" Bull murmurs quietly to the elf woman, having discretely risen to his feet after being pushed out of the way. Blossom, however, doesn't even look over at him.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She frowns. "Tell me about this program," she orders. "I don't want any uncontrolled elements near our daughter."

[Varisia Primfana]

"I don't really know much about the details," Varisia replies with a shrug. "They weren't important after all. She's not part of it any longer. Nor will our daughter," she adds, teeth bared.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course. But things like that leave scars, and she will be handling our daughter." 

This is wrong. Something's wrong with her. She was... taken captive? Born in captivity? 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Oh she was not abused," Varisia assures her wife, squeezing her hand gently. "Disciplined, yes, and she was evidently very shy and reserved from the start, but she's very gentle and attentive." And also doesn't seem to mind being talked about so freely, even on such personal topics. Or interested in Bull's repeated offer of dinner, despite the imisy minotaur kneeling just to the side of her and repeating the question twice.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Blossom, answer Bull," she says absently. "She was.... in a cult? Or enslaved?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Oh! Blossom sweetie?" The elf comes to attention, head raising just a few inches so that Coquette can see vivid green eyes peering at the two wives with a timid yet rapt focus. "This is my wife, Coquette. If I am absent, she is in charge of the household in all mattes save security during an emergency."

The elf dips into a curtsy, the movement graceful and respectful despite her girth. "I am pleased to be of service, Lady Coquette," she whispers, sounding honest if overly practiced. After a brief pause, she turns her head, just a little, to add, "thank you, sir, but I have already been fed."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Enslaved, then, it sounds like. The way she only answers to Varisia... "How did you come by her?" 

[Varisia Primfana]

"A contact of a contact sort of thing," Varisia doesn't explain easily. "Not really a field I normally pay attention to, so I had to reach out a bit. Still, it paid off rather nicely. For all of us even, given that will be much happier living with us than continuing to be... in her old position." Attention off her, Blossom lowers her head again,but not before Coquette spots a flash of wary hope in the elf's eyes. Just a spark, a shadow, lost in a sea of placid acceptance, but it's there.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm sure she'll be very happy with us." This feels a little off, but I'm sure once I get to know her she'll be fine. 

[NPCs]

Bull looks a bit more doubtful, but he doesn't push again. Skinnier than Coquette was when I first got here. I'll work on it. Varisia chats with her wife for a few more minutes, slowly but surely moving things along to luring her back to the bedroom. Before she can seal the deal however, there's a knock on the door. 

"My apologies, Mistress, but there's a messenger for you from the Shipping Union," the servant there says respectfully. "She mentioned it is in regards to your tariff proposal?" Varisia grumbles and dithers long enough to kiss Coquette twice, but she does depart to met with what is clearly an important bit of business. 

Ten seconds after she's gone, Bull is leaning in to whisper in Coquette's ear. "Girl's wearing a collar," he murmurs. "Heavy leather with metal." Looking at Blossom, Coquette can't see said collar, but that's easily explained by the volume and cut of Blossom's hair and the way she's got her head down.