The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

"Eager for more?" Tenachka asks, her voice as smooth as her steps as she comes to stand to Coquette's side. "Well, we have two memories you've not seen yet... shall it be dealer's choice or shall I give a hint or two?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Numbly, distractedly, she reaches for the nearest of the crystals. 

[NPCs]

Clicking her tongue, Tenachka steps past Coquette and reaches the crystal first. She lays a single finger on it, then pulls back as a glow lights it up from within. A heartbeat later and an illuminated mist appears around them. Another heartbeat and it becomes an image. Or perhaps a nightmare. 

Claudia is on on fours, collared and blindfolded. She's otherwise nude, all the better to show off the... illusions? Make-up and artifice? Shapeshift? However it was done, Claudia has a faint impression of scales, a long, thick tail, and her hair has been shaped into a mimicry of a common screecher lizard's crest. The tail is moving in a regular twisting motion and a closer inspection would reveal that it's not emerging from the base of her spine but rather the cleft of her ass. She's making soft 'skretch' noises, along with wet slurps as she cleans a drow woman's feet with her tongue. The other woman, again, has her face obscured, but this time it's due to a wet clay mask and damp cloths. She's lounging in a plush chair with a lowered back, and while Claudia works on her feet, two males are rubbing oil on her torso and painting her nails. As if to drive in the message of Claudia's depravity, both males are fully dressed in loose silk breaches and vests with a metal chastity belt overtop the silk.

Just before the memory begins to repeat, Claudia's breath starts to catch and her body to shake, all too familiar signs of the imisy gnome's approaching climax.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette's breath catches, but that's all the reaction she allows herself. Numbly, she deftly reaches to turn the crystal off -- showing she's paying more attention than she seems, having bothered to notice the controls -- and starts to reach for the next. We said no women. It's just sex. Degrading, humiliating sex. Well. Once this show is over, we can sneak in and burn it all. That will help. 

[NPCs]

Again the mist, again the images form. This one seems less elaborate, but that's a mild consolation at best. Claudia is unbound, ungagged, and even wearing clothes this time. Specifically, she's wearing the same dress she wore to their wedding, or at least a very good copy. It's bunched up around her waist, allowing the male she's straddling access to her cunt. She's rocking back and forth with frantic, eager movements made unsteady by her focus being split on the second cock in her mouth. That male has one hand down the front of the dress and the other fisted in her hair, the logistics of which are made possible due to his small stature as a goblin. The male she's riding is a merikos drow, but, unlike the goblin, he's bound and gagged, unable to do anything but squirm under her. 

Behind them, tied to a chair, is a slimly build female whose face is just outside of the illusion's range, but is wearing Coquette's wedding dress. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"That never!" she hisses, glaring at the dress. She takes a deep breath, then another. "You've gone to some trouble to recreate my dress."

[NPCs]

"It isn't that hard to duplicate something with you have the original to study," Tenachka replies with a careless shrug. She's more focused on the image, a proud smile on her lips. "This one is my favorite of the three," she confesses. "It just... I mean, just look at Claudia's face! She's practically ablaze with her inner Self, her innermost elements and nature fully on display."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If you say so. I am no art connoisseur." And that's not who Claudia is. This... wretched creature, this is... all she's captured is the subplane, not Claudia's true self. Filthy, perverted... definitely a devil. Ciren help me.

[NPCs]

"Perhaps that is something that will be nurtured during your time as a model," the devil in deed even if not in nature suggests slyly. She's somehow managed to drift to right next to and just behind Coquette without the merikos drow really taking note, and her voice is a seductive whisper that sends shivers down Coquette's body. "I truly feel you have it inside you, that spark of art and blissful abandon. I know you're afraid, that you're perhaps even furious and offended, my dear model, but I promise you that you'll enjoy this far, far more than you expect right now."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'll do it," she says quietly. "But these are my terms: I will be masked. I will not have sex with other women. And you will do no more art of my wife without my permission. No, scratch that -- you will not so much as touch my wife without my permission. You will not speak to her. You will not do any art of her. You will not get her to pose for you. You will not touch her. Understand?"

[NPCs]

"No," Tenachka replies simply, stepping around to face Coquette, the illusion still playing around them. "Why would I agree to all of that? You offer me potential while I already have success. You are petitioning me for a favor, Coquette."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She smirks, her grin feral. "You truly feel she is a better subject than I? Claudia? A common gnome, not even Drow at all? How quaint."

[NPCs]

"A flawless topaz has more value than a cloudy, chipped diamond," Tenachka replies, gesturing at the images. "Can you truly promise me that you'll best that?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"How about this, then: you will leave her be as long as I am your model, and when you have produced enough that you feel comfortable your show will be magnificent, then you will give me the art you produced of her as payment and continue to leave her be. If I am not successful as a model, then you can always go back to her." A pause. "Though if you do, I would ask that you leave her memory intact, this time. She deserves to suffer the guilt of her own actions."

[NPCs]

Tenachka purses her lips, looking very contemplative of the offer. "That... seems reasonable," she finally says, nodding. "And your demands on the art itself are that you will not fuck a woman and that you are shown in a mask in all the art I produce? If that is so, then I shall demand that you keep this entire affair strictly between us until I give you leave to speak on it. The star of my shows is kept entirely a surprise, you see."