The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I don't think she is selfish. Nor spiteful. I think she knows how to systematically break someone down, and she chose to do it to me despite my never having deserved that. I don't treat Claudia like that, nor you. Perhaps I can be callous, but never like she was."

[Zevran]

"Not selfish or spiteful?" Zevran gives her a curious look. "What do you think drove her to punish you so often and so... sadistically? Or why she took so much for herself but laid restriction after restriction on others?" His tone implies he's not being sarcastic or rhetorical, but rather that he's curious about what Noire thinks were the motivations for the bitch's behavior.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"As I said -- she sought to systematically break us down and create something she craved: a worshipper."

[Zevran]

"Why?" Zevran asks simply.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire blinks. "What do you mean, why? For power, of course. For the sake of being strong."

[Zevran]

"Is that not a selfish reason? For her pleasure and satisfaction, she would break you, break everyone she held power over. She would ruin lives, take freedoms, act out her petty revenges with sadistic glee... just to feel powerful. To entertain herself."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Everyone needs to feel powerful, in some way. It's a drive of mortals. It's no more sinful than eating when you are hungry."

[Zevran]

"If I, having just eaten a feast, take the food of a beggar..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"When did she ever have a feast?" she asks, a little sadly. "She never felt powerful here, as a merikos among purebloods. She was always on the knife's edge at work -- one wrong move and she could die, or worse, be captured."

[Zevran]

"Well, there was that time she had us both, and Bull, tortured and raped by a half dozen men," Zevran says acidicly. "Or when she locked you in your quarters, had Bull whipped, amassed a dozen fortunes, created a band of assassins, or had dozens of affairs with those who could not refuse without great cost."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire rolls her eyes. "If you're just going to make things up I'm done talking about this with you."

[Zevran]

"I'll swear to Ciren, on my soul. I'll submit to a Truthing," he says quietly. "I am not lying nor making things up. All of what I accused her of is truth, deeds witnessed by myself or told to me by those that did."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Bold words when you know I have no way of getting you one," she accuses. "I would remember something like that."

[Zevran]

"Would you?" Zevran says pointedly. "You know full well that you do not share every memory with all of yourselves. And memories such as those seem particularly likely to be... discarded."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Something that important? Yes."