The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette laughs, a peal of bells, artful and lovely. "I adore you, wife," she sighs, happily. "Come, let us play this horribly over-engineered 'game'."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Hey! It's a wonderfully over-engineered game, thank you!"

[Zevran]

"Of course, of course," Zevran says agreeably, patting her head.

[Claudia Emerison]

"..." The young woman narrows her eyes at them both, looking very suspicious. "I'm being handled, aren't?"

[Estelle Emerison]

Reaching up, Estelle grazes a finger along Claudia's arm. "Not at all... but if you win, perhaps a bit of handling could be arranged."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy stifles a small, possessive growl, watching Estelle's finger. 

[Zevran]

The other two ladies miss it, focused and distracted as they are, but her Zevran? He notices. He can't pierce her masks well enough to be sure why, but he notices the jealousy and aggression. Running and hand down her arm from the shoulder, he gives her a look of soft concern mixed with a question.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She shakes her head with a rueful smile, picking up a playing piece. "I want to be purple. That's the one that starts with ogres, right?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"Y-yeah. I mean. Well. You don't start with ogres really; you get an ogre champion, which means you can levy the ogre clans on turn one but--"

[Estelle Emerison]

"So basically yes," Estelle slips in smoothly as she rises to her feet; can't very well see the board from the ground after all. "Mmmh. Would anyone object to me taking yellow?"

[Zevran]

"I would be happy with green or red," Zevran replies without much concern. He almost never wins or even comes close when they play strategy games so he's not really invested in trying to secure some advantage. Really, that's his best bet; start slow, stay slow, build up modestly and pray the three ladies tear each out apart while ignoring his too strong to absently defeat while never being a real threat.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Which hasn't worked thus far. The others may ignore him but Cindy? Cindy has her eye on him the whole time. 

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[Coquette Blacquin]

The next day, Cindy takes her dinner in the common room, as she is wont to do at least once a week. Today she's convinced Claudia to join her, despite the imisy gnome's shyness and discomfort with public spaces. As a result, they end up taking a private table in the back, out of the gaze of most prying eyes. The food is delicious, of course, and Claudia's even seeming to relax a little by the time the public speeches begin. 

Cindy, generally tuning these things out, only tunes in when she hears a familiar word in Drow: "merikos minotaur". Shocked, she turns, and spies a man who could be Bull's cousin, chained for presentation as a gift. 

her ears ring, and she cant hear much of the next few minutes. She feels like she's falling back through time, falling into seeing something else. Noire! she calls ,desperate to try and keep her balance, to not have a panic attack right here in public...

Bianthalla steps forward with a wicked grin, lifting a barbed whip. Cindy shatters. 

Every grunt, every soft sight or sound, compounds and echoes with the screaming, all the masculine screams, there's a soft whine, the scent of her beloved companion, the scent of burning flesh, the feeling of being penetrated by something so big she has to stretch to accommodate it, loving the stretch, loving the warmth, sobbing, screaming, the scent of burning flesh.... 

[Claudia Emerison]

There were muffled, empty noises trying to pierce the haze of memories. Shaking, hands on her shoulders, fingers pinching her cheek. None of it reaches her. Nothing reaches past the memories, not until something cool and tingling slips past her lips, dances down her throat. There's a pause, a time where the memories have full control of her, then that tingling reappears. It rushes down her limbs, swirling in her heart and pulsing in her fingertips. A mellow joy smears itself over the memories, obscuring them like perfume over offal. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Please," whimpers Little Bitch. "Please, let him go, please, don't make me do this." She shuts her eyes tight, burying her face against Claudia's chest, inhaling the familiar, comforting, and entirely new scent of her. "Please, save me!"