The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette not only finishes her story, but she manages to get them playing a pretend game as if they were the trolls and Dammit! the hero that came along and slew them. Turns out it's fun being slew, at least for pretend. At least once she gives Dammit! something suitably soft for his "weapon" so he stops punching other kids. 

[NPCs]

One by one, the children withdraw to a pile of blankets and pillows Coquette had noticed earlier but put aside as unimportant in the face of a half dozen young ones on the path to feral anarchy. They don't bother setting up anything resembling bedrolls, instead just forming an expanding pile of exhausted, adorable, little pavitra. Once the last one finally heeds the call of nap-time (surprisingly, it's not Dammit! but instead Dear Girl), Tenachka finally takes a few steps away from the door's promise of escape. 

"You are... not unskilled with children," she says begrudgingly. "You made several faux pas and several more choices unbefitting for a drow. But... tolerably done."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I am eager to be taught." And to learn. Like where the hells you got a passel of children. And who left them with you.

[NPCs]

"Good," is the quick response. "Then should this occur again, I shall inform you that you may have another practical lesson. Immediately."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Do the Drow not believe in compensation for labor?" she asks, eyes wide and innocent. 

[NPCs]

"You gained knowledge," Tenachka counters swiftly, much more at ease with this sort of thing than dealing with mortal spawn. "And is not knowledge among the most priceless of treasures?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I have not yet gained knowledge," she corrects. "I am waiting on your pleasure to inform me about the principles Drow would take under these circumstances."

[NPCs]

"Truly? You learned nothing from your interaction and observations of the children? Mmmh. Very well, I shall assist you," Tenachka announces with an air of magnanimity. "For the first, you indulged the feral male far too much." And now there's a broad streak of venom. "Allowed to indulge himself, he will surely bring great harm to himself with his defiance."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire ignores the slight, nodding. "I see. I shall discipline him better in the future."

[NPCs]

"Much  better," Tenachka insists, eyes glinting. "And Bluegreen and Merry as well. Defacing an adult's belongings? And a much higher ranked one at that. Tch. Savages. Neigh unthinking beasts really."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Children are not small adults," she points out mildly. 

[NPCs]

"I could only wish!" Tenachka says with a scoff. "More beast than being, the lot of them."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I defer to the wisdom of one who has birthed more offspring than I," she says, humbly lowering her eyes, with a slight smirk on her face. 

[NPCs]

"Birthed--" A grimace of truly profound levels of disgust and revulsion twists Tenachka's face so badly it actually interrupts her verbal response. "As if I would ever do something so-- so--" She spits a word, one clearly from a vile, even profane, culture that lands so hard on the ears that the children stir uneasily in their sleep.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh? I had assumed you were an expert, as you deign to teach one who has personally birthed two fine, beautiful daughters on the basics of childcare."