The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Nudity doesn't bother me," she says, her tone flat. Her eyes dip to Tenachka's dragon again, then she sniffs. "I suppose every creature has its flaws."

[NPCs]

"Oh I know, it's so... crude and perverse," Tenachka admits without shame as she leads Coquette further in, down a hall towards a room she can already smell paint and other odors coming from. "But there's just something so... primal and passionate about cocks that seems to help me get in the right mindset for themes like this."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Masculinity suits you," she sniffs again. 

[NPCs]

There's a flash of annoyance or something similar but it doesn't last long. "Masculinity? Oh my dear Coquette, a cock isn't masculine, it's sexual. If it's good enough for Ciren..." She shrugs elegantly, attractively. "Besides, it'll be needed later on."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She snickers. "Believe it or not, in most parts of the world Ciren himself is known to be masculine. In fact, the only deity with a cock that's never portrayed as a man is... oh dear."

[NPCs]

Tenachka rolls her eyes. "Any why should I allow the habits of someone else, even a divine someone, to dictate my actions? Kato is known to greatly enjoy the taste of cooked meats and baked goods; does that mean you shall never eat but raw fruits and roots?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I feel there is a difference between making yourself look identical to the most common portrayal of a deity and simply doing something their followers do," she points out. "But, to each their own. I would never be caught dead looking like one of Hers, not in this Enclave, but I suppose you have the Matriarch's favor and can do as you please."

[NPCs]

"You think I look like a goddess?" She laughs as she opens the door to her studio and steps inside. "I'm flattered! But we have a more pressing matter to discuss, do we not? Well, after you look around, of course," she adds, sweeping a hand towards the art on display.

There are three memory crystals in the center of the room, each on a separate stone pedestal, but none are activated right now. There are a pair of easels off to the left of the door, one empty and one with just chaotic swirls of colors-- perhaps related to the paint tests Tenachka hinted at? On the right side of the room, there's a massive painting a good eight feet long and five or so tall. On it, Claudia is splayed out on a fur rug. Her hands are bound behind her back and her legs are tied to a metal rod behind her head. A drow female, shapely and wearing a leather bustier, is lounging on her side as she plunges a twisted, bulbous dildo into Claudia's ass with one hand and diddles herself with the other. Claudia's head is in the lap of a second drow woman whose finger she's sucking on, expression rapturous.

Neither drow woman's face can be scene, the first because she's facing away and the latter because her face is covered by a bound and masked male's hips. Claudia has clearly been fucked in a number of ways even before this particular moment as her breasts, face, and stomach are smeared with cum and other fluids. Her pussy is also overflowing but currently gaping empty. To finish it all off, Coquette can smell the fucking, the familiar scent overpowering the paint in the room.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette stares in horror, struggling to school her face, to control her rampant emotions. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. She doesn't dare close her eyes, but she stops paying attention to them, letting the visuals wash over her without analysis. The scent is what makes her nearly lose her gorge, but she focuses on remaining stock-still, slightly relaxed, staring. 

She can do naught else but stare for a good several minutes. 

"You have a fine eye for color," she says at last, as though she's been admiring the painting instead of quelling a miniature panic attack. "However, it would be impossible for me to replicate this painting exactly. I will not cheat on my wife. Having sex with another woman, broadcasting that fact... no. It cannot be done."

[NPCs]

"Hmmm, that does make this harder," Tenachka replies, tone thoughtful and pleasant, with no hint of the delight and anticipation Coquette's words invoke showing. Straight to admitting she's the replacement? Oh, she's more eager to submit to debasement and authority than she'd like to admit. "But still doable, of course. Would, ah, plausible deniability be sufficient? Say perhaps a small mask to cover your upper face?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No, no. Well, I would appreciate the mask of course, but with my hair-- no, I won't participate in adultery. Perhaps there is some other staging you would find acceptable?"

[NPCs]

A thoughtful humming, a slow pacing, then, "well, we could just replace them with males, of course. Or beasts or constructs, I suppose. Mmmmh, beasts would certainly tap into that raw, primal debasement I was looking to capture."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette stares in horror. "Could you change my coloration when painting them? To further disguise my... participation?"

[NPCs]

Tenachka actually comes close to matching Coquette's expression at the request. "Absolutely not! Coquette, your coloration, your pale ivory skin with such delicate hints of the pink from a summer dawn and quicksilver hair, are half or more of what would make you an acceptable model. No, no I can't change your coloration. A mask for plausible deniability... and perhaps some, ah, minor adjustments in body shape," her eyes dip to Coquette's chest, almost non-existent compared to the average drow female, "are all I can grace you with." She flings a hand towards the potrait of Claudia. "Her? Not a single edit or alteration; she was captured for the canvas exactly as she lay before me."

[Coquette Blacquin]

I can't do this. I just can't. I'll make Sweetheart do the actual sex but... 

Innerly battling herself, she drifts to the memory cubes.