The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Estelle Emerison]

As befits the tone of the evening, Zevran rises to open the door rather than one of the servants coming to do so. They're nearby to help if needed, such as to prepare dinner, but to maintain the 'family air' they won't come out of the kitchen unless it's absolutely required. He returns a minute later, carrying Estelle's habitual offering of surface treats.

The drow herself is only paces behind him, looking especially tasty but also just a hair out of sorts. Both impressions come from the same source; she's wearing a full leather and silk outfit that has more coverage than is typical but is also much more elegant and elaborate than she wears day-to-day, much less to previous game nights. "My apologies for being late," she says without preamble or caring she's at most a minute or so behind. "My last meeting went well over schedule." 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy, herself wearing tight leather trousers and a loose-fitting lace-front blouse, smirks. "It's fine," she says, waving the wineglass slightly. "Here, come have a seat." She doesn't move her foot, meaning the only seat in the house is one of the cushions on the floor -- putting Cindy's head above Estelle's, as she's on the couch and Claudia is in the armchair. It's petty, but it makes her feel safer, having the height advantage. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Could I..?" Trailing off hopefully, Estelle beams at Zevran when he pulls a wine glass out of a basket by his seat  Once he's poured, she takes a sip, hums with delight, then sinks gracefully but near bonelessly onto the cushions. "Fuck elves "

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If you must, but I prefer to fuck gnomes," says Cindy carelessly. Alright, maybe she's had a little wine. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"Umm. Hmmm. Mmmmh."

Zevran reaches over to pat Claudia on the head, then snaps his fingers in front of her.

"Yes games with boards we're playing!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh, you wish to play a game with boards, do you?" purrs Cindy, doing her best Noire impersonation. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"No! I mean yes but--"

"Boards and butts both?" Zevran muses, tapping his chin with one finger. "I suppose we could come up with something."

"Wha-- no, that's not what I-- really?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette sets her goblet on the table, reaching forward to tip Claudia's chin up. "Of course we could, little one. If that is what you... desire."

She then sits back, a twinkle in her eye, as her voice returns to normal. "Or we could play board games. Your call."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Hhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn."

Bright peals of laughter ring out from the floor next to them. a delightful sound that Coquette hasn't heard before and Claudia hasn't heard in years. Eyes clearing rapidly, the imisy gnome looks down at her other wife as Estelle completely loses it.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy turns to glance at Estelle, caught off guard -- she'd almost forgotten the woman was there. "Enjoying the show?" she asks, a little coldly.

[Estelle Emerison]

"How could I not?" Estelle manages despite her joy prompting still more laughter, evidently missing the tone. "The three of you-- marvelous, truly."  She smiles back up at Cindy, a brilliant, unguarded smile that does wonders to lift the fatigue she'd shown when first arriving. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy blushes, unsure how to engage. At first she was a little wounded, thinking she was being laughed at, but... marvelous? For flirting? "Well.. anyway."

[Zevran]

"By which she means; thank you for the compliment," Zevran offers cheekily. "Speaking of which, might I be so bold as to offer my own?" A beat. "Yes, yes, I am. You have a wonderful laugh and an even brighter smile. I only wish I had the nor of seeing them more often." Estelle's laughter is gone, replaced instead with a wide-eyed look of startlement. And... it's hard to tell with her complexion, but Coquette is keen-eyed enough to pick out the blush as well.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy smirks. Turnabout is fair play, after all."So. Shall we begin?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"Sure," Claudia says breathlessly, leaning in towards Coquette. She's only gone a few inches, just enough time to wet her lips, when Zevran pulls her to the side by the shoulder. There's a slight delay as the imisy gnome processes the board game setup in front of her. "Yes, Quest for the Ever Wife Flower. Right, uh, everyone gather 'round."