The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Varisia Primfana]

"Perhaps Iron Bull could be sent to for formal training in healing arts?" A pause, then her expression perks up slightly. "Or maybe your new girl. Jessuca was it?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It would be good for a nursery worker to have healer training," muses Coquette. "Yes, that's a great idea. Thank you, love."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia beams at Coquette, then bites her lip. "In a lighter tone, I've a tiny," she holds up a hand, fingers nearly touching, "other request. Would you be willing to dye your hair? Not all of it, decoratively."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Depends on the color," she says slowly. "I've never dyed my hair before. Will it be a big production to go back if I dislike it?"

[Varisia Primfana]

Beaming, her wife shakes her head. "I've a brush that uses a minor transmutation cantrip to change the color; removing any alterations is as simple as rubbing your head with the paired cloth. As for the color... I was thinking perhaps a dark red." She offers a smile. "Maybe tomorrow, we can have a little dress up and sex day? I've... I've actually been sorta wondering about a few things like the hair, but..." Her smiles flickers a little. "I was worried you would take such amiss."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"That sounds excellent. I'll dress you up and you can dress me up as you like?" 

[Varisia Primfana]

"I... was thinking, ah, more than just dresses," Varisia clarifies, though the smirk she's got on her face hints she thinks she knows what Coquette will be suggesting. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes -- you mentioned my hair, and I was considering some make-up options for you. And then we can fool around and mess it all up again." She smiles.

[Varisia Primfana]

"Still more," Varisia murmurs, voice deepening a little, eyes dark and suggestive.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...perhaps you should ask me instead of making me guess?" she offers, a little uneasy. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Her smirk drops to a pout, though it's a playful one. "Not going to let a girl have her mysteries? So mean...." She sighs heavily, angling her chest for best display without having to think about it. "I was thinking of some body art. Tattoos are very common for drow, as are piercings. With the resources I can bring into play, neither are hard to add or remove so..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...that sounds painful," she admits. "I don't much like pain." She flinches a little as that slips out, remembering how often they've done pain play, and quickly adds, "outside of the bedroom."

[Varisia Primfana]

Frowning slightly, Varisia replies slowly, "it does not have to hurt. Pain suppression spells are easy enough to source; tonics are even easier but I'd be loathe to use such given..." Her eyes dip to Coquette's stomach, even that fleeting reference enough to get a glow of loving warmth in her eyes. "But beyond that singular topic, I am somewhat concerned about your words on pain. You have, rather often in the past, very visibly, vocally and vigorously expressed enjoyment of such treatment. But nor do I think you were lying when you said you did not like pain." She's frowning now, but it's more thoughtful and worried than upset. As she finishes, she reaches out to Coquette, gently caressing her cheek.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"As I said, pain in the context of our bedroom games is... very different. I do not enjoy skinning my knee or pricking my thumb with a needle. I do enjoy bedroom games. So. If you can suppress the pain I have no objections to tattoos or piercings, on principle."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia hums softly, then nods. "I can understand that, I think. It is much the same, I suspect, as how I am not aroused while k-- working, but become decidedly excited by working those little whimpers and gasps from you."