The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I do not tell lies," she says a little sharply. 

[NPCs]

That's a lie, both of the other females think in unknowing unison. They don't know that Coquette is lying, per se, but they know. Everyone lies, that's just how people are.

"Pah. You had your chance to make amends," Odette says, waving Coquette off dismissively. "Be silent and let your betters speak now."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Do let me know when you find any," she snarks. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Now now, Coquette," Estelle says mildly. "Mistress Odette comes from a good family and has a respected position." Ignoring the look of outrage caused by the proforma chiding and faint praise, she continues, "I need to get cleaned up... and we should clear the room so that all the people so obviously waiting to use it can do so." She flashes a bright smile at the crowd spread out through the room, eliciting spurts of business and light flinches from many of them.

"Shall we?" Turning her smile towards Odette for a brief moment, she lays a hand on Coquette's lower back in a clear show of familiarity-- and a manner of guiding the other woman along with her towards the shower room towards the back of the dueling arena.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Please tell me we're not doing this naked, groans Cindy. 

Hush. This is delicate. Noire keeps the front, hip-checking Cindy out of the way so she can take full control. Coquette glides smoothly along with Estelle, matching her steps so they seem to be one unit.

[Estelle Emerison]

Thankfully, Cindy's fear is only one third right. Estelle strips off her tunic and breastband without any hesitation once they enter the shower, but Odette merely leans against the far wall, scowling darkly. Pulling a brush out of a decorated bag hanging on a nearby hook, Estelle seats herself on a stool that's positioned so crisscrossing sprays of water gently cover her lower body. Positioning herself to face them both, she begins to comb out her messy braid. "I am sorry to deny you your request, sister-wife, but Mistress Odette's accusation..." 

When she pauses briefly to select the right words, Odette jumps in. "Good, you at least know the proper way of things. Now, my claims are fourfold, each graver than the last."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette rolls her eyes, waiting for the overhyped claims to begin.

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle's eyes flick to Coquette's for a split second, but whatever she was trying to convey doesn't make it across. Assuming she was trying to send a message in the first place, come to think of it. "Very well... though, if  you would be so kind, I'm not exactly positioned to take notes at the moment," she flexes her shoulders slightly, which combines with her raised arms to do some very wonderful things to her chest, "so, if possible, a shorter, easier to remember version..?"

There's a minute pause, a brief hesitation, from Odette, before she nods curtly. "Reasonable," she allows, her tone still hard and aggressive but... just a touch less hostile perhaps? "The first offence was that of theft of value by her male. The second, disrespect to my authority by her male. The third, inciting betrayal in my servant by her male. The last, personal insult by her personally."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I contest the first and the last, and have already offered recompense for the central two."

[NPCs]

"I s--"

"Still your tongue, girl," Odette barks sharply, twisting her head to glare at Coquette. "You were given a chance to make amends and spent it yapping."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Dislike you that much the sound of truth?" she asks, sighing.

[Estelle Emerison]

"Children, enough," Estella snaps, one hand lowering to rest on a shapely hip. "No," she adds firmly, cutting Odette off. "Your dramatics and heavy-handedness are becoming tiresome. And you; stop twitting her. Now. Can you both behave in a manner befitting our Familigia or shall I be forced to take measures?" Odette pales slightly, her mouth firmly shut as she nods once.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Fine. Spoil my fun. "Alright."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle holds the glare for another few seconds, then allows a more pleasant expression to form. She starts to resume brushing her hair, then pauses. "Coquette, would you mind assisting?" she asks instead, holding out the brush. With the way the water streams are angled, she could stand behind and a little to the side of Estelle to avoid getting more than faintly misted. "Now. Odette. Please expand on your first charge."

"Her male devalued my servant," Odette says curtly, the phrasing more than a little misleading. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A lie," says Noire, taking the brush and beginning on Estelle's hair. "My male improved the value of her servant by healing wounds that were likely to get infected without care, leading to an overall loss in utility."