The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"To bathe her in the shame of her transgression, to remind her of her weakness and bait her into subverting her new marriage vows."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle nods slowly, catching up to Coquette's thoughts now. "Ah. You are... not incorrect in that such is a valid concern here, in the Enclave," she says quietly. "I had been... I had been more thinking to warn you that Claudia might, emotions enflamed by the event, push you into dominating her at the wedding or the feast afterwards. But yes, it is..." She sighs, then shakes her head slightly. "My apologies, this is not a topic I am fond of discussing."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"At-- at the wedding? In front of everyone?" her breath catches in her throat, heart beating faster. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"The wedding?" Slightly distracted by her own memories, Estelle shakes her head as she stares down at her glass. "No, not with Grandmother officiating. But the feast?" She shrugs one shoulder delicately.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"The feast-- still, in front of everyone, I am expected to... to...?" 

Memories break through, and for a moment, she sees a pair of brown eyes staring at her, hungrily, eager for his turn, as a cock thrusts into her soggy, sore pelvis again and again. A stranger, using her roughly, like a doll or a toy, his buddy stroking himself as he waits for his turn. Guards, men, people who don't matter, being allowed to take their pleasure, as though she were nothing, not even a person, not valued or protected. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Words echo across a muffled distance, unclear and unimportant. Her name, called out with clear concern and urgency, almost reaches her but fails as well. It's not until she feels herself being bathed in a stream of cool, cleansing water that isn't wet- or perhaps even real-- that she can really notice that she's being addressed. Her eyes focus, landing on Estelle's face. The pureblood is kneeling on one knee in front of her, not touching her aside from a very light touch, just two finger tips, on Coquette's forearm. "Coquette?" she repeats for the tenth time, voice low and whispery. It's a neat trick; with her volume so low, Coquette has to actually focus to hear her but she's also so close, and her voice so resonant, that she wants to listen.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Noire," she murmurs, then drifts again, letting things go. There's no point. There's no purpose. There's no...

"Estelle?" asks Noire, struggling to push her way to the front and take over. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Yes, it's me," the drow says slowly, brow furrowing. Hesitating, she debates with herself for a few seconds; her upbringing clashing wish the morals she's been exposed to on the surface. Eventually, she compromises both; A finger slides down to the more muted in coloration rod hanging from her belt while her other hand flicks through a rapid series of gestures. A second later, her mind expands to accommodate an entirely new sensory input: external emotions.

[Coquette Blacquin]

A wave of fear crashes over her, subsiding quickly into foam and eddies. Beneath it is a rocky shore of anger, protective but unable to overcome the initial fear. Noire takes a deep breath, then another, forcing the fear down and away. 

[Estelle Emerison]

What in dark and shadow is-- "Hey, hey," Estelle whispers softly, gently rubbing Coquette's shoulder with a hand long practiced at offering comfort. "There's naught to be afraid of here. You are Famiglia, my Famiglia. I won't hurt you or let harm come to you right now. Alright?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Like you protected Claudia?" spits Noire. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Coquette hears a breath sucked in sharply but when Estelle speaks, there's no sign of the blow in her tone. "No and yes; did you really think that she had been just... allowed to drift away from any danger or responsibility? I've been keeping-- You should sip your drink."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't need your help." There's something ugly in her tone, something dark; Noire hadn't meant to say that, but upon reflection she realizes she didn't. 

Xyrrim did. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle raises an eyebrow, expression cool and collected. "Yes, you do."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You pathetic worm," she sneers. "What could I possibly need from you?"