The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

Not stopping, Odette tosses over her shoulder, "if you had settled privately, she wouldn't be. But now it's Estelle's problem too." There's a definite note of satisfaction, even gloating, in that last line 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Estelle? As if Claudia didn't exist? "What's your asking price?"

[NPCs]

Odette pauses just outside the doorway to Coquette's sitting room. She doesn't turn around as she replies, "when I walked in, I would have settled for your male putting back the marks he helped heal and a public apology from you." She laughs darkly, then resumes her exit. "Now? More than you can pay."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Fuck," she whispers, glancing to Zevran. I should order him to follow her, intimidate her into relenting... I don't know what Estelle will do to me over this. 

[Zevran]

"Grant me permission," Zevran whispers, eyes dark and hands clenched around the pair of daggers she'd gotten him back in Alessia. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She sighs, rubbing her temple. "Dammit. No. It'd hurt our standing too bad. But... maybe follow her, see what she gets up to."

[Zevran]

More of a challenge-- and less satisfying, slaver bitch-- but... yeah. "Understood," he says quietly. He pads towards the door, the hesitates just before moving out of sight. "I'm sorry for... causing trouble." Not for doing it, she notes, but for that doing it is causing her problems.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, well, I'd best find my so-called wife before Odette does."

[NPCs]

And she does-- barely. Estelle is in a training hall, one of the arcane focused ones, having a cantrip-duel with another mage when Coquette tracks her down. The duel is wrapping up already when she arrives, Estelle breathing heavily and slick with sweat from dodging but doing better than her opponent, but it's just concluding when she spots Odette entering the room as well.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A word, wife of my wife?" she asks, pitching her voice to sound gay. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Surprised, Estelle stares a moment before nodding. She's opening her mouth to respond more when Odette booms across the room, "Estelle Emerison of Familigia Emerison! I call offence against you and yours!" Estelle's eyes widen with outright shock for a split second, then a mask slides into place as she turns so she can see both Coquette and Odette at the same time. Around them, the others-- all strangers to Coquette, though one or two are faces she has seen in passing-- become suspiciously busy.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"high on her own farts," mutters Coquette in Drow as she turns, plastering a smile on her face. 

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle can't quite suppress the snort Coquette's delightfully charming turn of phrase invokes but she does at least keep it at a low volume. Decidedly not glancing at her, Estelle clears her throat and calls back, this hardly seems the proper forum for words of such grave significance, Mistress Odette. Perhaps we could-"

"Agreed: and yet I could not allow that one to drip poison in your ear without the chance to redress her slander and disrespect!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Poison?" asks Coquette, raising an eyebrow. "That's a serious charge, where I am from."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Ah, that's a drow expression," Estelle murmurs, "one referring to telling insulting lies about someone."