The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette swallows. "Is she always so....?"

[Estelle Emerison]

"These days? Pretty much, yes. Sometimes she... Sometimes she has a bad day, which are usually a violent episode. Mindless, berserker rage. Very rarely, she," falls apart like you just did, "falls into an anxious, paranoid state where she tries to hide." Estelle sighs, then stands upright with a small wince. "Was she with Turoko? Ah, a very large, robust female with a mint hue to her skin, a dark reddish brown buzzcut, and... a great many scars?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She gives a helpless shrug. "All I saw was blood," she whispers. And those eyes. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Gods dammit," Estelle mutters. "I'm sorry, Coquette. She's not supposed to be..." Don't say 'playing' Estelle! "active in the open rooms. I'll be speaking with the attendants on the matter." She shakes her head, vexed.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It-- truly, it is alright. I am not one to... to destroy another's happiness. I was merely... I was unprepared. It is my own failing."

[Estelle Emerison]

"No, it really isn't," Estelle snaps back, then winces. "Sorry, that was-- You are far from the first to... have this kind of reaction to seeing my," her lips twist, a faint flicker of self-disgust showing in her eyes, "Aunt act the way she does. She's a broken, sadistic mess and she needs to be watched better than she was today."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It is no worse than I have seen," she says almost casually, taking another deep breath. "Alright. I think I can move."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle doesn't reply for a moment, jaw clenched. "Of course," she finally manages, stepping forward to offer a hand up. "Did you bring anything we need to collect or..?" A pause and she asks without thinking, "what brought you here anyway?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire wanted to practice topping for Claudia. And we were bored. "I am... out of practice on certain things, and I wished to surprise my wife."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Ah." Surprising even herself, Estelle blushes fetchingly. "That's very sex-sweet of you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

A long pause. "I assume you would..." A pause. "I am certain you do not have this problem. You are likely well in practice as a dominant."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Of course," Estelle says archly, pose recovered. "I am Familgia Primevera, dear sister." She starts to say something else, then pauses as a glimmer of realization occurs. "Ah, actually, that makes me realize you probably don't..." She hums softly, eyeing Coquette for a second. "I'll be happy to expand on this when you're feeling better, but the short version is that it is considered insulting to imply a drow noble is anything but dominant. You didn't just now, though your words in isolation could have, but it made me think to warn you."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to imply you were submissive. I just meant, you have your pick of submissives to choose from, I'm certain, so you must get a lot of practice in bedroom games."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle widens her eyes a hair and shakes her head. "No, no, I-- Ah, rather, yes, yes," she corrects herself with a slight laugh. "I know you didn't mean to insult me, your tone, expression and the timing were entirely wrong for that. As I said, it was merely a warning given out of concern for you. I... I've seen how much work you're putting into improving your standing and..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Concern? For me? From Estelle? Is she possessed? "I see," she whispers, slowly getting to her knees, then her feet.