The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

Shisou shakes his head. "There are various places to gamble on their island," he jots down. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia grunts, thinking. "How hard would it be to get to their island? And then, how careful about gossip and being found are they?"

[Shisou]

"I do not think he is a careful man," writes Shisou. "As for travel, their island is quite nearby at the moment. We could take one of my family's boats."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Good, good." Nodding, she stands again so she can rummage in the drawer of clothes. She deliberately bends over instead of squatting to give Shisou plenty to look at as she does so, even bouncing in place a little. When she turns around, which she does swiftly in an attempt to catch him staring, she's holding two two dresses. "Purple or gold, do you think?"

[Shisou]

"Hm?" he asks, only then glancing up from his slate and that only briefly. He glances down again almost immediately, then dares another glance up when he processes what that brief glimpse told him. "G-g-g-g-gold," he says aloud, glancing back down again. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Okay, no," Varisia says flatly, tossing both dresses behind her. She plants her hands on her hops, posing herself in best display. "Look directly at me and explain why you haven't been doing so. Be direct."

[Shisou]

He glances up, briefly, then jots down, careful to look down at the slate: "It's not proper."

[Varisia Primfana]

"I'm asking-- ordering-- you to look," Varisia snaps. "That trumps propriety."

[Shisou]

Shisou flinches, then dares a glance up, through his lashes, focusing on her face. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Does my body disgust you?" Varisia asks, voice a warning.

[Shisou]

"N-n-n-n-no m-m-m-m-ma'am."

[Varisia Primfana]

Oh burning blood, why is-- He's more prudish than Coquette was when we married! "For fuck's sake, I'm going to kill your brother-electi, that's a done thing unless you've liked entirely about his actions and character," she growls, stepping forward and forward, and then straddling his waist, a knee on each side of legs so she's just barely not sitting on his lap. "That said, I plan to ask your mother to give you to me for my harem, as a gift to my wife. She likes shy, sweet and bookish. You're not as pretty as our current two husbands," useless Roberts, "but you're of a similar... type, if you will. So." She rocks back and forth a little.

[Shisou]

"M-m-m-m-me? Y-y-y-y-ou w-w-w-wwant t-t-t-to m-m-m-m-marr-r-r-y m-m-m-m-me?" he stammers, quite red in the face now. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Less at the moment," Varisia hisses, widening her stance so she's pressing her core against him. Does he not have a cock...? That would also fit with what Indou was hinting...

[Shisou]

Shisou gulps, and finally, as he struggles to find someplace safe to look, she feels it: a stirring in his trousers, mostly hidden by the folds in the garment.