The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"Not stupid," Zevran says gently, gesturing at her to seat on the bed there. Knowing how that might also be taken, he takes a seat in the only chair at the same time. "Unaware and out of familiar territory. This is a sudden and severe change in your life; it's entirely understandable to be confused. Now, as for your question? I will be perfectly honest; we had no plans to expand our household. Claudia has her own cleaning staff and has meals sent from the kitchens. Coquette has not only myself and Obi, but is also content to take care of a few chores and tasks herself out of a need to feel at least somewhat self-reliant. That's why your chores are so light; we simply don't have many tasks that need doing. That is also why Coquette has instructed you to improve yourself. Well, partly. Not only is she hoping you will develop a skill or talent that will give you something productive to do with your time, she also wishes for you to be prepared for life after your debt is paid."

[GamesMaster]

"I don't understand," she says, sitting. "There is no... trick? Nothing unpleasant to endure?"

[Zevran]

"Claudia is an absent-minded genius who gets lost in her... inventing-ness," Zevran offers after a moment. "It is not common but also not overly uncommon to find bits and bobs of her work where they should not be. Obi is taciturn and... almost snooty in a servant sort of way. I am often nosey and pushy, plus I flirt and tease often; though should I overstep and give offense or cause harm, please tell me. Coquette can be dismissive and demanding, even imperious, in turn. She is also fiercely protective of her privacy." He pauses, tapping his lap in thought.

[GamesMaster]

Bria nods, clearly noting all this down. "But no... no beatings? No bedroom work? Not even a screaming child to keep me up at night?"

[Zevran]

Zevran hisses softly. "Ah, please avoid talk of infants and children as you can," he asks, careful to keep his tone even. "Coquette was... She is newly pregnant," a flash of emotion, some alloy of terror and pride, slips past his mask for an instant, "which is...She has had .. difficulty with births in the past."

[GamesMaster]

Bria lowers her eyes immediately. "I am so sorry. I will refrain from mentioning children in the future."

[Zevran]

"Thank you," Zevran says quietly, then takes a slow breath. "My apologies for the... Back to your question. My wife frowns on physical punishment as a rule. And I was completely sincere about the sanctity of your willing consent."

[GamesMaster]

"But... I am a servant."

[Zevran]

You were a slave, my dear, not a servant. "So?" is all he says out loud 

[GamesMaster]

"Why would my consent matter?"

[Zevran]

"Because you have a soul," Zevran offers after a brief pause, one long enough to give the impression of thought but short enough that it lacks the time needed for creativity. "You're a person."

[GamesMaster]

"Of course, but... I am indentured. For the time being, I am not... important. A citizen. Until I win my freedom, I don't matter."

[Zevran]

"Coquette-- and myself-- disagree," is the very firm reply. "You matter."

[GamesMaster]

She stares at him for a moment, then, oddly, blushes. Finally, she nods, looking down. "Alright," she whispers. 

[Zevran]

"It's okay not to trust it," Zevran says with fair too much understanding to be a man who has always known freedom. "Truth be told, I would be worried I'd you accepted this without hesitation. Proof will come, I promise."