The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Claudia Emerison]

"Oh," Claudia says weakly, looking destroyed and hopeless. "I-- I'm sorry," she offers in a whisper. "I mean-- for what-- for what she... I'm sorry it happened to you... too..." She shivers, biting her lip. "I can't. Divorce. It-- politics."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Varisia forbid me to have affairs with other women. Men, of course, but other women,  none. And she was cheating on me the entire time. She never respected me, not once. Never. You can't make up for something like that."

[Claudia Emerison]

At least I wasn't that bad, Claudia thinks with a shudder. "I..." She takes a slow breath, swallows hard, then scowls. Fumbling open the pouch at her waist, she roots around for a few seconds, then pulls out a small wooden box the size and width of two fingers pressed together. She starts prying off a wax coating sealing it shut but doesn't wait to finish before trying to resume. "It was just-- once. For me. Well." Her hands shake and she has to take another series of careful breaths. "The-- the actual... sex. Once. She-- she s-s-seduced me for months, befriended m-me for over a year."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"And you let her?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"I didn't--" Claudia swallows back the rest of her sentence, controls herself. "I thought she was a friend. I thought... I didn't realize she was..." Claudia blushes, ducking her head and focusing intently on the small package. "I was still a virgin, still-- I was young and stupid-- younger and stupider-- and I just... I thought she was my friend. I thought... It was just so easy to... to let it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"How were you married and a virgin?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"I wasn't. Exactly. Umm." Claudia finally gets the wax coat peeled off the box and works a fingernail in the thin crack to pry it open. "My marriage was-- was political. We were engaged w-when I was t-ten. At f-first it was nice. Great even." Her voice softens, loses some of the stutter and stammer as she thinks back on a better time. "Estelle is much older than me by the years, of course. But she was so kind and patient. For a while, she was more like a best friend than even a girlfriend. But as I got older, I... the drow have very, very strict rules on underage sex. She wouldn't even kiss me. Not really kiss me, not like she meant it. Like she wanted me." Her words pause as she gets the case open, revealing a single square of some kind of chalky looking red material in a cloth bedding. Plucking it out of the case, she looks at it for just a second, then pops it in her mouth.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"And you didn't want the sex with-- with whomever? You said you tolerated it, not that you....?"

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia sighs a little, shame showing clearly on her face; she has a terrible diplomatic mask really. "I didn't seek it out, or ask for it. But...  I didn't say no. I... enjoyed it. I participated and enjoyed it and even thanked her for-- for making my first time so good. Gods." She takes a slow breath, then admits. "And I didn't-- She-- Paerle. I just realized that-- it was Paerle."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If you were still underaged, do the drow even consider that cheating?"

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia sighs a little. "No-- I mean, they wouldn't, it would be rape but... She waited for my birthday. Like, literally my birthday." Claudia winces, a nauseated expression forming briefly. "Which was the day before my wedding," she adds softly. "And she ran with it too; after fucking me all night and half the morning, she took me to my celebration. On her arm, naked and clearly freshly fucked. I was... Gods. I was out of it. Drunk on wine and mild narcotics, deep in sub-thought. I don't remember all of this really, just... flashes, images." She swallows thickly. "Of all of it, I both regret that the least and most. It's the one part I can be absolutely sure I would never agree to do but it's also the part that hurt Estelle the most. If it hadn't been so public, maybe she could have..." She trails off, head shaking.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Narcotics." Her tone is flat. "That might make a difference too."

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia shrugs one shoulder, still looking distressed but not as much as she had been. "A mild one," Claudia repeats. "Not much more debilitating than wine or the like. But... yeah. I think that was one of the few reasons I wasn't, umm, punished outright all that badly." She licks her lips, then sighs. "So... yeah. That's... that's what I did, how I ruined everything. So fucking stupid."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She sighs. "I'm of two minds on the matter. One mind says, you betrayed her trust irrevocably, and you must grovel to make it up to her. The other mind says you were a child, or very nearly one, who was preyed upon and abused, and that isn't your fault."

[Zevran]

"Why can it not be some of both?" Zevran asks softly from the doorway, his eyes still glassy from sleep. Claudia jumps, her expression of a mix of upset, surprise, shame and-- 

She goes still, face swiftly turning red as she takes in the sight of Zevran wearing nothing more than unlaced leather trousers that don't reveal his cock but show far more of his pelvis and hips than trousers are typically meant to. His hair is loose and tousled and he's leaning against the doorframe with the posture of a great cat in repose.