The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Paerle Emerison]

Spreading her hands, she replies, "well, there you go. Seems you need to practice." She grins impishly, then salaciously. "Mayhap you should borrow a bottle or two of this wine and drag your male to the bedchambers, mmh?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It is very good wine," she purrs. 

[Paerle Emerison]

Leaning in, she confides, "it's even better licked off someone's skin."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire does the unthinkable: she takes the cup, dips her finger in it, and holds it out to her companion

[Paerle Emerison]

There's a look of honest surprise in Paerle's eyes that lasts only for a split second, when it's overtaken by interest. Locking eyes, she slowly leans in. Without a word, she takes Noire's finger into her mouth. A tongue swirls around the tip, a faint press of suction, then she pulls back with a throaty purr. "Excellent."

Not one to back down from a challenge, she then dips her finger into her own wine before offering it.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire's eyes half-close as she leans forward, taking the finger into her mouth and gently sucking on it. She swirls her tongue around it playfully before she pulls back. "You're right," she says, in a low purr. 

[Paerle Emerison]

Licking her lips, Paerle glances at the bottle, then asks, "we've almost finished this bottle, shall we open another to... share?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette gives a heavy sigh. "Unfortunately, I do have to get home eventually. But this has been lovely. We should do it again sometime."

[Paerle Emerison]

Leaning back in her chair, Paerle fixes Coquette with a devastatingly attractive pout, complete with just barely quivering lip and big soulful eyes that are somehow adorably pleading and passionately smoldering at the same time.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Always leave them wanting more," she purrs.

[Paerle Emerison]

"You are such a brat!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Why, thank you," she laughs. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Her lessons being weekly, Coquette is able to put the whole matter out of her head for some time. She doesn't mention the whole affair to Claudia, instead simply tossing out a breezy comment about how Tenachka is a shrewd dealer and it's best to stay away from her. That warning given, she heads to her next lesson, her thoughts full of the upcoming festival. 

[NPCs]

"Enter." 

That word, that command, Tenachka doesn't sound like that, the only woman Coquette has ever met that could manage that particular blend of authority and indifference is--

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire straightens her back, lifts her head, takes half a second to check if her skirts are on straight, and strides into the room, looking for the Matriarch so she can bow her head before her.