The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

And she does so easily and swiftly, as her 'grandmother' is standing just a short way inside the room. She glances at Coquette as she enters but returns her attention to the kneeling Tenachka, who continues speaking without any care for Coquette's presence. "I exist on this plane to serve you, my mistress," she says in a breathy whisper, almost quivering with repressed emotion. "I thank you for this chance to please you. I will not fail."

"See that you do not, TA$A*LSD-N!@FA#HD," the Matriarch says firmly, that finally utterance a painful static in Coquette's ears. Turning to leave, she gives Coquette a nod as she passes. "Learn well, child," she adds, the hint of warmth in her tone making it clear she's directing that to Coquette. 

Rising to her feet even as the door closes, Tenachka almost sways, her face rapturous and savage, almost feral.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette drops into a full curtsey, not rising until the Matriarch has gone. When she does, she glances to Tenachka, raising an eyebrow. 

[NPCs]

Eyes half lidded and smile still threatening, the horned female let's out a soft sigh. "It's ever so nice to be able to use one of your best skill sets, no?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I expect so." Her tone is a little curt. 

[NPCs]

That gets a laugh from Tenachka and a noticeable amount of her attention. "Now now, Missus Coquette, there's no need to be jealous," she purrs. "I'd be happy to use my favorite skillset with you if you but ask."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm married," she says. "Is this a bad time? I can come back later."

[NPCs]

"Oh no, this is a wonderful time, my dear," Tenachka says with another laugh. Shaking herself a little, she rises to her feet. "Come, sit, I'll put on tea. Or would you prefer wine?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Tea suffices," she says, forcing a smile as she settles herself. Something's wrong here, and damn if I know what. What was the Matriarch doing here? Why is Tenachka so pleased?

[NPCs]

A few minutes later, Tenachka returns to the table with a pot of tea. "I do apologize for the wait. I try to have such things ready for my guests but, well," she gestures at the door. "Regardless, we should begin your lesson for today. Did you have anything you wanted to go over in particular or shall I choose? I was thinking to cover art."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Art will be a lovely topic," she says, relaxing a little. This seems more normal. Let's hope it was just the Matriarch making her seem so... terrifying. "I have long been a fan of the visual arts, though I have no skill in them myself."

[NPCs]

"Well now, that's not entirely true, is it? Your embroidery is becoming quite well known in the Enclave."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"True enough," shw grants. "But my painting and sculpting are not what they ought to be."

[NPCs]

"Greedy, are we? So discontent with having but the one gift?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"In Glaley, a girl is not considered cultured unless she has proficiency in at least four subjects."

[NPCs]

"In Robjin, we consider females to be good for more than art and babies."