The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Claudia Emerison]

Both Claudia and Estelle give Coquette a startled, then understanding, then sympathetic grimace in almost total unison. "Oh. I'm... I'm sorry? I mean, I am, I just don't... know if you'd want that. From me, I mean," Claudia says awkwardly, sadness adding itself to the mix. "Umm."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I need to understand it," she whispers. "I need to know if it was consensual."

[Claudia Emerison]

A little hysterical, Claudia laughs. "You need to know?" Hunching over a little, she wraps her arms around her stomach. "I feel sick," she mumbles, eyes squeezing shut. I want my tonic. Gods, I just want to not care about anything for a little while.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes, I need to know if one of the only two people I ought to be able to trust in this political hellscape betrayed me," she snaps. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"I might have been raped!" The word breaks what little emotional control Claudia has been managing to keep up and she bursts into sobs. Even before she'd finished, Zevran had started to move, so when her knees buckle, he's there to catch her, to pull her into a solid, supportive embrace.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette remains quiet, still seething. So? Get over it. We've all been there. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Coquette, a word if you please?" Estelle's tone is stiff but polite enough as she beckons the merikos drow woman to follow her to the far side of the room.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette stalks after her, stiff and formal, a scowl on her face. "Yes?"

[Estelle Emerison]

"I would like an explanation of your behavior."

Her words, while polite and mostly neutral, are not all a request.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You asked me to interrogate her. I have done so."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle studies Coquette for a moment. "Why were you... scornful when she pointed out she was likely raped?" she finally asks in a soft voice.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She says it like it's important. We've all been raped. It's not a big deal."

[Estelle Emerison]

Eyes widening, Estelle makes a slashing gesture. "Yes, yes it is, Coquette. Being raped is a horrible, terrible ordeal. Gods, what did that festering bitch do to you, to make you so-- so indifferent and uncaring, even to yourself?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She narrows her eyes, about to defend her wife, but seems to think better of it. "It seems we must agree to disagree."

[Estelle Emerison]

"No, actually, we don't," Estelle snaps. "You're going to see a mind healer, as soon as I can arrange it. I should have done so earlier but I didn't realize-- no, that's an excuse. I should have done it earlier and it's a failure that I didn't."