The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette lays a kiss on his cheek but, hearing signs of Claudia returning, says nothing further, pulling back and trying to arrange herself artfully on the bed.

[Claudia Emerison]

By the time a less discomforted and more clean Claudia exits the bathroom, Zevran has already withdrawn to the edge of the room, out of sight and thus hopefully out of mind. The imisy gnome, mouth open to make some greeting or observation most like, actually stumbles a few feet from the door. Coming to a halt, she gapes at Coquette openly, tongue darting out to wet her lips. It only lasts a few seconds, then she's blushing crimson and jerking her gaze towards a random dresser. "H-Hey, bea-- C-Coquette," she squeaks, looking mortified. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"We're married," she says dryly. "I think you can call me a term of endearment if you want to. Come. Sit. Let's talk about how you want this to go."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Yes ma'am," Claudia says in a rush, nearly scampering over to the bed. She's still wearing the soft cotton nightgown Zevran had dressed in her last night, but she'd taken the time to brush and braid her hair, made use of Coquette's make-up kit, and slicked on some lotion or moisturizer before returning to the bedroom. Reaching the bed, she hesitates for a second, then climbs up. Instead of sitting normally, she instead kneels but with her butt resting on her heels, hands folded in her lap. "So..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"So. Are you a dominant or a submissive?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"M-M-Mistress?" Claudia stammers, then turns crimson. "Umm."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Ah. Noire?

"You may call me such, if it pleases you."

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia chews on her lip for a moment, studying Coquette indirectly. "You... I mean..." She takes a breath. "Only if, umm, you want me to... too."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I would not give permission were such unacceptable." Her voice is kind but chiding. "What acts are unacceptable to you?"

[Claudia Emerison]

The imisy gnome stares a moment. "Huh? Like murder an-- oh! Oh, duh, sorry, you--" Claudia shakes her head sharply as she catches up. "My break-list, yeah, hold on." Without another word, she bolts from the room, returning in less than a minute. She's already pulling a sheet of parchment out of an envelope to hand to Coquette. It's not a large sheet, about eight inches, but the entirety of the front is covered in neat script. "Here is my list, M-Mistress."

Break-List of Claudia Emerison (revision 29)

Break Word: polymer

• No scars, maiming, amputations, harvesting, disfiguring, or transmutations.
• No poop, poisons or addictive substances.
• No sharp or loud pain type (thin switches/whips are allowed at low impact).
• Heat pain limited to 600C (proximity but non-contact to candle flame) and 0C (water ice).
• Blunt pain limited to bruising, no broken bones or organ damage.
• No injury to hands or head (light slaps or squeezing permissible).
• No nutrient, water, sleep, bathroom access denial.
• No child play.
• No mind control or possession.
• Large insertions require warm-up/lubrication and should not cause moderate or worse damage to hole. 
• No impregnation (without prior consent)
• No inclusion of mortal beasts, undead or scelratis (aberrations should be vetted prior)
• No strangulation (collaring and choking is fine)
• No gifting to others without prior discussion
• No messing up my workshop
• No public humiliation.
• Nothing whatsoever that involves Paerle

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette reads over the list, stomach churning, blood gone icy. "Good enough," says Noire, when she can catch her breath. "For tonight I think we shall do without pain or ropes, unless you object?"

[Claudia Emerison]

Claudia squirms a little, then requests, "would a collar be okay?" in a meek voice, eyes down. Is she already slipping into sub-space?

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Hmmm," she considers, making a show of it. "Well, alright, then. I suppose that's no hardship. But recall that your Mistress is benevolent. You will need to show me gratitude in return."

[Claudia Emerison]

A soft gasp slips out of Claudia and her eyes half close. Gracefully dropping to one knee, Claudia bows her head. "Yes, Mistress, your slut is eager to please you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She positions herself, spreading her legs, showing that she's not worn undergarments. "Then please me, slut. Please me with your fingers and your tongue."