The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

"Would you like to see another then?" At Coquette's nod, Tenachka swaps the pyramid out. This one shows a similar clip, this time of two males dancing nude but tastefully so.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She reaches up as if to stroke one man's abdomen, though her finger nearly goes through it. "Fantastic! Such exquisite detail...."

[NPCs]

"It's safe to touch. Well, for you that is; doing so will disrupt the illusion for that cycle and the next, but it will resume thereafter," she explains, tone lecturing and polite. "I think you'll like this one especially," she continues.

It's another duet, and certainly a performance, but very much not a dance. A familiar gnomish face, expression twisted in a blend of ecstasy and shame Coquette knows all too well. Tenachka herself is behind the smaller female, one hand buried in her folds, the other holding her up by the thin cords wound artfully across her body. "So what do you think?" the real version asks innocently.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette stands up, abruptly, one hand over her mouth. She stares at the figure for a moment, then says, quietly, "It is well done. An interesting choice of subject." She can't quite manage a nonchalant tone, but she manages to stifle enough of her boiling rage and nausea to flatten her tone considerably. Not letting that bitch win.

[NPCs]

"Isn't she just?" Tenachka asks brightly. "It's my most recent attempt, and I think it shows. I've learned a great deal about framing and presentation in this medium since my first attempt, you see."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...yes, I see," she says, her tone still a trifle flat. "Can you teach me?" she asks, after a moment. "Or is it something I must be an enchantress to learn?"

[NPCs]

"Mmh." She studies Coquette for a moment, a faint hint of a frown forming. "Making them outright is far beyond you but recording can be learned by any with a modicum of intelligence and will."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Can they be erased and redone if you mess it up?" she asks. 

[NPCs]

"I couldn't tell you; I've been so very pleased with all of the ones I have. Why, I even have copies of my favorites!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I see. I was wondering about my own childish fumblings, trying to learn the art. Of course, it will be nowhere as spectacular as your own, practiced efforts." 

[NPCs]

"If you like, I'd be happy to teach you personally."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I shall give it some thought. For the moment, however, I thank you greatly for showing me this new form of art. Shall I return next week?"

[NPCs]

"Out of time for today already? Shame. But yes, of course. As the Matriarch wills, so I shall obey."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I did not think that the Matriarch had such opinions on my social calendar," she says playfully. "Until then." And she turns to go, seething inside. 

[NPCs]

"Give my best to your family," Tenachka calls after her.