The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"How would you know?" Zevran points out. "But if you insist... then how did we escape? After your ex confronted us in your room after you stole my paperwork, what happened?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She drugged me and kept me unconscious until you came and rescued me with Isabela."

[Zevran]

"How did you gain the injuries you woke with then?" he asks simply.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"While I was asleep, as part of her plan to say I had been lost in an accident."

[Zevran]

"What possible accident could have done the amount and types of injuries you suffered?" Zevran asks with disbelief. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A dirigible crash. Hence Isabela."

[Zevran]

Zevran stares a moment. "And the signs of... extreme sexual violation?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She narrows her eyes. "What do you mean?"

[Zevran]

There's a pause, perhaps to allow Zevran to select the right words, perhaps in surprise that she needs to ask. "When you... Do you remember our escape from the city? The barn where we were nearly caught. Getting to Isabela's airship?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course not. I didn't wake up until the ship. I heard about such things afterward."

[Zevran]

"Ah " Zevran looks a little lost for a few seconds, then rallies. "Does anyone else?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If they do they haven't told me."

[Zevran]

"...please ask," Zevran says quietly, wetting his lips. I had not... None of it? None of them?

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Cindy has a dim recollection of pain, but that's it," Noire reports after a moment. "Maybe Cedric has it?"

[Zevran]

Zevran takes a slow breath, working this new knowledge into his understanding of the situation. "This... explains a fair bit," he finally responds. "I had not realized you couldn't recall any of that accursed night."