The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If she was preyed upon and abused and r-raped, she does not need to apologize."

[Zevran]

Zevran bobs his head even as he gives Claudia, who is still gaping at him with wide eyes, a mildly puzzled look. "True," he agrees. "But it is my thought that she does not need to grovel at all, but instead apologize and work to repair the damage her infatuation to the rapist and, more importantly, the resentment and jealousy of Estelle she felt that caused her to fall in the first place." He yawns sharply. "Mind you, Estelle has fucked up royally herself from what I can tell. And the rapist needs to be devoured alive by maggots while wearing a regeneration enchant ring."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Right. That's enough of that for today. I think we all need some rest."

[Zevran]

"Ah. Perhaps so," Zevran agrees, bowing his head, then winces a little. "I mean, yes, of course, my wife." Right, meek male. "Shall I set out a board game, love?" His eyes flicks to Claudia. "For two or three?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Two. I will excuse myself for a bit of a lie down," she says, giving a yawn. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"Umm. Board games are good," Claudia says distractedly. "Maybe chest? Or cards are good too, just not poker. I can't bluff worth a damn." 

Zevran smirks a little at her slip, but merely nods to her. "Sleep well, love," he murmurs to Coquette, smile tender and eyes warming as he looks at her. And I should probably get a shirt if I wish to have any sort of challenge.

[Coquette Blacquin]

The next morning, Coquette is measured for her third wedding dress. It's becoming old hat at this point. They bring her a gown that's been created for someone else, one that can be altered to fit and work well; she has to stand there for the better part of the morning as they pin and sew it onto her, of course, but that just gives Estelle time to prepare her for the ceremony that evening. 

[Estelle Emerison]

For most of the morning, Estelle stayed out of the way, allowing the seamstresses to work their magic. Which is not to say she is idle by any means; when she's not carefully working her way through a thick stack of parchment-- legal or business documents by the glances Coquette gets-- she's either sketching some strange mix of mathematics and abstract art or having murmured conversations with the servants. All in all, she shares perhaps a score of words directly to Coquette until the seamstresses begin to pack up. 

"Thank you ladies," the drow noble says with a warm smile, not addressing the two males but noticeably including them in the smile. "She's going to look splendid." She casts a glance at Coquette, smile turning a touch playful, even if it doesn't really ring authentic to Coquette. "Not that she needs help to look appealing, no?" Sharing a laugh, she continues to small talk the servants out of the room, tossing a 'stay a moment, Coquette' as she does so.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Taking one last look at her ass in the mirror, Coquette turns back to Estelle. They've some time while the seamstresses put together the veil with the customary night-blooming flower crown, for the ceremony to begin shortly after sunset. So there's naught for Cindy to do but wait. Noire's not far off, and of course Cedric is milking the time he has before he's chased from his own body by the changes in it, but Cindy's in charge at the moment. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Smile turned amused, Estelle laughs softly. "You shouldn't worry; for one with only half her blood as drow, your ass is quite desirable. And the way you move certainly helps. But for now, please, have a seat," she finishes, gesturing at one of the two chairs in the corner of the room. There's a small table to the side of the chairs, which is currently holding a large flat case made of hardwood as well as a decanter and two glasses.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette sits, nerves fluttering in her stomach like butterflies. She reaches to pour herself a glass, not caring what it is but hoping it's alcoholic. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"It's juice made from a fruit called 'apples' that's been aged and mulled with various spices. It's only mildly alcoholic but I've come to rather like it," Estelle explains, noting Coquette going for the drink. "A bit tart, as a warning. How are you holding up by the way?" She studies her carefully, looking concerned. "I know this has been... fast, to say the least."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"My life always has been such. One day I understand the rules, and the next, everything turned out from under me." She sips her juice. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"I have gathered as much," Estelle admits, pouring herself a glass as well. "I was planning to help with that, in fact, but I would also be leased to answer questions, if you had any."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If you would, I need to know what I am expected to do to partake in this ceremony and... and after."