The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

Face lowered to the ground again, Blossom is silent for a long moment. Coquette had seen her peeking at them from under her bangs, but the wet-nurse is surprisingly adept at hiding those glances. "I thought I was-- but if Mistress Varisia says I'm a m-merikos elf, then I m-m-must have just been m-m-mistaken?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What did you think you were? Full elven?" 

[NPCs]

Blossom nods mutely.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"May I see your ears? I may be able to tell for certain if I can look at them closely."

[NPCs]

Blossom's shoulders hunch up slightly but she gives a tiny little nod after a moment. A shivering hand reaches up to brush the hair back over her left ear, revealing a noticeably tapered ear. More than Varisia or Coquette have for sure, but it's borderline; could be a particularly round elven ear or a particularly pointy merikos elf ear.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Hmm. I can see why there's confusion," she says after a long moment. "Oh! I'm silly. Of course there's an easy way to tell. How old are you?"

[NPCs]

"Umm." There's a pause. "I'm... Not entirely sure," she mumbles.

"Round to the closest decade?" Bull suggests brightly.

"...maybe fifty?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You're full elven, then. You look young, way too young for merikos fifty." She pauses. "Fifty is the age of adulthood, isn't it? And yet you're already pregnant? That must be rough. Is it your first?"

[NPCs]

A nod, then a headshake. "The first to come to term, Mistress willing," she whispers, voice cracking a little as her right hand comes up to rub protectively at her stomach. "I've caught twice before but neither made it this far along. Mistress Varisia promised that she'd only whip my limbs if I sin," she adds with a tone of suppressed hope. Bull rises to his feet, supposedly to get the spoon he'd just dropped but Coquette catches a glimpse of his pale crimson eyes and knows the truth of the matter.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette blanches. Twice before. An elven pregnancy is three years. Even if she only made it two and she got pregnant right away... They're breeding her while she's still a child. Raping her, most likely. And being whipped...

"I'll speak with her. You shouldn't be whipped at all. Docking your pay would be quite sufficient, especially for someone in your condition."

[NPCs]

Strangely, that seems to disappoint, maybe even upset, her though she hides the emotion away quickly. Why would she prefer to be whipped over having her pay docked? "The Lady is kind," she offers, voice a trifle hoarse.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is something wrong?" she asks, her voice a bit kind. "I'm trying to help you -- if I'm making a mistake, please tell me."

[NPCs]

Blossom hesitates a few seconds. "Please don't dock my pay," she begs, fingers nervously plucking at her dress. "I-- it's so hard to..." A spike of fear enters her voice as she hurriedly continues, "Mistress Varisia was very generous, mi'Lady, I mean no disrespect please forgive this worthless-"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Hey, hey! You're not worthless. Calm down. I just don't want you to lose your baby from too harsh a whipping. What about giving you chores as punishment?"

[The Iron Bull]

Breathing too rapidly to be healthy, Blossom makes an attempt at giving another curtsy but this one has some noticeable unevenness to it. "Thank you, mi'Lady, as you will, mi'Lady," she whimpers. "You are kind and generous and nice and pretty and--"

Bull catches her by the shoulders just as her knees buckle, the imisy minotaur easily lifting the elf to the chair he'd vacated a minute ago. "Deep breath, all the way full," he orders firmly. "Hold it, hold it, breath out. Deep breath, all the way full. Hold it, hold it, and out." He goes through that pattern ten times, ruthlessly forcing her to adopt a safe breathing pattern and get off her feet. In sharp contrast to his stern orders, his hands are gentle and warm as he rubs her own hands to try to improve her circulation as well.