The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

Of course, the room being filled with drow, said eyes quickly slide away. No-one would be so blatant to stare after all. Well. Aside from Mistress Odette, who is staring to make a point. Seeing the pair enter, she pushes away from the wall she'd been leaning against to stand in the empty area near the head of the table that's entirely not for theatrical purposes at all. 

"You showed. Good," she calls out, arms crossed and posture hostile. The crowd, seeded with her allies and subordinates, lets out chuckles and murmurs that can't be understood but come off as unflattering nevertheless. "Owe my wife a gold; didn't think you'd have the guts or the honor."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I honor my obligations," she says, with a firmness that doesn't show in her posture. "I came prepared." 

With a deliberate flourish, she unbuttons the outer gown, taking her time about it, letting everyone linger on the action, see what she is about.                 

[NPCs]

Odette scowls at the response, then scowls deeper at the pageantry. Before she can decide whether to say something, Zevran has approached. He bows low, respect and decorum in abundance, as he holds out a hand for the wooden cane visible on Odette's belt. She grunts, frustrated at the lack of real opening to bitch they're giving her, and yanks it off. Instead of handing it to him, she tosses it at Coquette's feet.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Pick that up, Noire is poised to snap at Zevran, but Sweetheart holds her off. Instead, they drop their gown to the floor, stepping out of it into her under-gown:

A tight leather corset, a knee-length leather skirt, both in black with red accents. Her gown was floor-length to hide the knee-length leather high heels she was wearing, and in front, just between her breasts, there is a bright red ribbon tied into a bow. 

She drops to her knees, picking up the cane and lavishing it with a series of small kisses. Then she crawls toward Zevran, head down, coming to rest in front of him holding the cane up with both hands (it rests on the flat of her palms) in a perfect protocol wait for her master. 

[Zevran]

"What the fuck are you--"

Zevran stoops, not quite kneeling but more then just bending forward, so he can cup Sweetheart's chin. He kisses her, tender but dominant, then rises holding the cane. "Good girl," he murmurs, petting her hair. "Back to the center now." As she moves, he adds, "and I believe you have something to say to... the nice lady here?" Odette snarls at the phrasing, but doesn't have any grounds to object-- how do you complain about being called a 'nice lady' without looking like an ass?

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette crawls to the center of the space, bowing her head down until her forehead touches the floor before speaking in fluent Drow. "This one apologizes for her unintended insult to your person, Mistress Odette." The word isn't the word for an owner, but the word for another woman of the same or similar rank as yourself, respectful but not submissive.

[Zevran]

Before Odette can response, Zevran beams down at Sweetheart. "That's a good girl," he croons, also in drow. And the word he uses for 'girl' would come out as something like 'free female who has no authority.' Not a slave, there's no hint of ownership in the word, but rather one who is powerless, dependent. 

"The fuck is all this?" Odette hisses furiously, her voice carrying despite the lowered volume thanks to the design of the room..

Glancing over at Odette, Zevran eyes her dubiously before replying in a polite, even respectful tone. "BDSM, Mistress Odette. My beloved wife enjoys the release of submission with those she trusts. If you like, I can explain the concept more later?" Odette's eyes bulge and she goes breathless with outrage. Whether that's due to him implying she's ignorant of what a power-exchange scene is or the implied offer to dom her is unclear. Probably both.

Definately both.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart pulls up out of the bow, crawling to Zevran's side so she can twine about his leg like a cat. 

[Zevran]

Zevran reaches down to stroke her head and shoulders as she does so, his attention remaining politely on Odette. She takes a deep breath, then another, before she spits out, "I know what fucking BDSM is, male." Her word choice is far less respectful than even Zevran's 'girl' was; she doesn't cross the line of calling him a slave, but she did pick the absolute worst word that can be used for a male that isn't.  "She's supposed to be apologizing, being punished! Not-- not this!"

"You did not specify such in our agreement," Zevran replies, bowing his head. "My lady apologized for your insult, as you demanded. I will cane her, as you demanded. It is taking place here and now, as you demanded. The blows will be real, the injures bleeding and painful, as you demanded." His response sufficient as far as he cares, Zevran turns his attention to Coquette. 

"Now, my love, how do you want to take your pain today, hmm? Shall I call for a reclining chair? A stool? Or do you wish simply to kneel on stone?" Again, he cups her chin with his hand, lifting her gaze upwards. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"However you desire, Master." The word is far more than merely respectful; it's also velvet in Sweetheart's mouth, clearly a word she delivers often and pleasurably, freely submitting to her husband. "Stone is fine for this one."

[Zevran]

"Oh Sweetheart," Zevran croons tenderly. "My Sweetheart." Wrapping his fist with her hair, he pulls her up so she's as tall as she can go while staying on her knees. Letting go, he orders, "eyes down, hands on your thighs." 

He starts to circle her, gaze casting around to get a feel for the ground. No Matriarch, he notices easily, the elder yet near ageless female being one to stand out just a bit. He keeps his mask on when he spots Estelle watching with undisguised interest-- but well disguised worry. He falters, just a second, when he spots Tenachka leering at him-- not Coquette, him-- with naked avarice. Well that's-- that's a thing to be concerned about later.

"This isn't what I bartered for," Odette insists, looking like she wishes there was something she could slam a hand down on for emphasis. Stamping her foot, after all, would send a very different message.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Then barter better, bitch,  Noire crows inside her head. Sweetheart doesn't move, keeping her eyes down, her hands still. Waiting. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"As witness to your negotiation, I contest your claim," Estelle calls out lazily. "On my honor as Familgia Primerica," she adds, causing a swiftly hushed stir in the crowd.

[Zevran]

Odette snaps a nasty glare at Estelle, who doesn't even dignify it with a return look.  Zevran hums softly, then shrugs. "My apologies if you are... unfulfilled by this but perhaps the completion will be satisfying." As he speaks, the merikos drow reaches for the nape of Coquette's neck. Pulling on the ribbon there, the sheet of silk covering her back slide down with a sinful slither of silk on smooth skin. This reveals the corset is either glued to her skin or magical as there's no back to it, leaving her naked down the the mild swell of her ass. 

"Shall we do this by count? By welt or hue of skin?"

"Blood," Odette snarls. "I'll measure your regret by the blood you shed."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart closes her eyes, trembling slightly -- hopefully, it seems, with anticipation. So he will have to hurt me for real. It's alright. He doesn't mean to.