The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"How are you doing?" Zevran asks after a brief, contented silence. "Did you have any thoughts on Claudia you wished to air?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy shakes her head. "I need to get some sleep and let the anger work out of the body. then I'll start thinking how to handle Tenachka."

[Zevran]

"That's a very reasonable approach," Zevran agrees, bouncing one foot idly. "Would a distraction help or do you think you can sleep easily?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I can manage, but what did you have in mind?"

[Zevran]

"Nothing in particular," he replies with a lazy shrug. "Lighter conversation, cards, a massage, a story, sex, sparring, poetry, dance... I'm am flexible and amendable."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It's been a minute since I got to have sex," admits Cindy. "Lately it's been Noire and Sweetheart. If you're up for something gentle, that is."

[Zevran]

"I'm up for you," Zevran says with utter sincerity. "Come, lay down." He arches his hips briefly, just long enough to shuck off his silk pajama bottoms, then pats the bed beside him.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy crawls up beside him, kissing him passionately. "I love you," she whispers, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. 

[Zevran]

Zevran sighs softly, a gentle, happy sound, as he rolls his head back so she has unrestricted access to his throat. Slipping into Auran, he murmurs praise and endearments to her, a steady stream of meaningful noise. She doesn't speak Auran after all. Then again, she's a clever sort and this is hardly the first time Zevran has done this so she's starting to puzzle out small phrases and key words by context and intuition. 

For instance, "my love" and "you're beautiful" might not be technically correct but she's confident she has the spirit of it.

[Estelle Emerison]

With a final dramatical, almost theatrical flourish, Estelle whips her arms around herself in a circle, her feet not budging an inch. Drow rituals, at least the school Estelle is trained in, are almost as much dance routine as arcane process. Which, if nothing else, made the hour long wait for her to finish more tolerable. Sinking down on her knees, Estelle takes a few heaving breathes, then leans forward. Lifting the strip of parchment lying in the center of a tangle of runes and gemstones, she gives a careful puff to remove the thin layer of silver dust. 

"...positive," she whispers, despair and fatigue choking her.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette leaps to her feet, eyes flashing with suppressed rage. "I knew it! The little liar! I'll bet she arranged it once she regretted her actions!"

[Zevran]

"N--" Zevran swallows back his first response, then his second. "Not necessarily," he finally works out. "Mental tampering is a fine tool to hide..." He hesitates, glancing at Claudia, who is sitting cross-legged in the center of the room.

[Claudia Emerison]

"Rape," Claudia finishes in a dull voice. "I'm already thinking it, saying it won't change anything. Blocking a memory would be a great way to get away with raping someone. Torturing them." Or... what if... what if she someone did mange to... no. No.  I refuse to-- there's no possible reason I would-- 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette stills, but the fire remains in her eyes. "We'll see," she snarls. "You're the one who wants me to disbelieve the evidence of my own eyes."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle slowly rises to her feet, muscles protesting mildly, and she turns to face the other three. "I do not have the ability to cast the typical Truthing spells." she begins, words coming slow but with deliberation. "But I do have a... alternative. If Claudia con--"