The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

Dau looks perplexed. "If it could not be done, then 'more effort' would be inaccurate as no amount of additional effort would be enough."

[Shisou]

Shisou stares at him helplessly, then turns to Zevran to assist. 

[Zevran]

Zevran rubs his forehead for a moment. "Shisou is from Toukami, where it is considered rude to make blunt, direct request because-- never mind why. What he had intended for you to understand his question to be is; what price must h--" Zevran's words cut off and he looks askance at Shisou. "What price must... she? pay to for a permanent body transformation." Dau stares at Zevran for a moment, then turns to face Shisou again, clearly asking for confirmation. 

[Shisou]

Shisou swallows hard, but nods vigorously. "I kn-kn-know I d-d-d-don't d-d-d-de-s-s-serv-v-ve it only... only I'll d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-die if I c-c-c-can't h-h-h-have it."

[NPCs]

Dau waves a hand at Zevran, shushing him, when the merikos drow hisses angrily at Shisou's words. "I do not understand nor care about what mortals feel they deserve," the primal being says bluntly. "I merely know that you are not in balance with yourself, a thing that both my Father and I dislike. Crafting your flesh is not an easy task, but it is within my abilities. Doing so for a specific outcome is harder, though not as hard as it would be were your outcome not what it is. The price for this effort will be dear, but placing a price too burdensome upon you would be contrary to our desire for balance. Do you wish to pursue this topic, having heard what you have heard so far?"

[Shisou]

Shisou nods again, swallowing. Whatever they ask. As long as it doesn't hurt Coquette any further, or Zevran. 

[Zevran]

"He shouldn't--" Dau frowns, despite lacking lips, and gives Zevran a stern, clearly displeased look-- something the ex-slave but not entirely ex-assassin disregards. "He's hurting, distraught and desperate; you can't reach an honest-- a balanced bargain with hi-- her right now," he snaps.

[Shisou]

"I'm n-n-n-not l-l-like-ly to s-st-stop being th-those th-things anyt-t-t-time s--s-s-soon."

[Zevran]

That is rather fair. Nevertheless. "You are calmer now than ten minutes ago. You shall remain in this form for several hours yet. Give yourself some space to settle for a small time at the very least."

[Shisou]

Shisou takes a deep breath, then nods, slowly. "I d-d-d-d-don't w-w-w-want t-t-t-to th-th-th-ink. P-p-p-please... a s-s-s-s-tory? Or s-s-s-s-s-s-omething?"

[Zevran]

"Can it involve wigs?" 

Zevran, mouth opening to assure Shisou that he can absolutely tell a story to pass the time, pauses.

"I am attempting to understand wigs," Dau continues. "They are peculiar."

Your head is made of ferns. "I think I can manage that..."

[Shisou]

Over the next half hour, as Zevran dives into a story about an undercover assignment including several wig switches and other disguise mechanisms, Shisou slowly seems to calm. A few times he twitches and gulps, and after a while his gaze hits the floor and stays there, but slowly, even as he sinks into the shame of what he's done, he seems to relax a little. It seems being ashamed and hating himself is a comfortable place for him to be, even as it's not a fun one. 

[Zevran]

Not even close to ideal or acceptable, not really, but better. Mostly. Perhaps. For now. Tch. "And that, as they say, was that. Nobleman neutralized by way of public ridicule, cat saved from a life of admittedly luxerious boredom and six hundred thousand gold worth of gems being contracted to be shaped and sold by my client instead of the established noble household." 

Zevran had carefully scrubbed mentions of slavery or outright murder from his story. 

"All in all, a most satisfying fortnight, even beyond the joys of the baker's bed. Speaking of which, is there-- ah, thank you Dau, your sister is a marvel." Even her 'cast-off practice bakes' are worthy of gracing any merchant or priest's table. Pity Shisou can't taste 'sweet' right now.

[Shisou]

"Yーyーyーyou're r-r-r-rreally c-c-c-cool," says Shisou quietly. "I am n-n--nnot t-th-that g-g-g-g-good at d-d-d-disg-g-g-guis-s-ses."

[Zevran]

"I would not mind teaching you," Zevran offers, smiling warmly. "Detached from the pressure of a mission, it's a surprisingly entertaining and even relaxing hobby."