The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

She glances up, looking a little frightened. "Submitting," she says, quietly. "Does this not please you?"

[NPCs]

"There's a time and a place for that and now isn't it," Tenachka says curtly. "I would elegance at rest, I want refinement and sensuality. Not meekness and-- and some limp dullard!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

help.

An interesting battle plays out across her face, then, before she straightens, with a sigh. "Very well." She re-arranges herself, posing more artfully, more sophisticatedly. She tries not to let on how much it bothers her to be nude like this, how much she conflates it with weakness, helplessness. It's not appropriate for a Drow to be frightened by a little nudity, after all. And she is, very much, Drow. 

[NPCs]

Well now, isn't that interesting? That's not sub-mind. Some kind of self-mesmer trick? "Better," Tenachka declares after a few moments. Without another word, she steps back behind her easel and begins to sketch. It doesn't take long, five minutes at moment, before she swipes her hand across the canvas.

"Another pose, this time read the book," she orders Coquette, clearly having noticed she's not so much as flipped a page. Nor is it difficult to see the reason for the order; the novel is a very well written romance novel that happily delves into the filthiest of details.

[Coquette Blacquin]

She skims the pages, happily latching onto the sections that arent' filthy and bypassing the ones that are, as she shifts into a second pose. 

[NPCs]

The next sketch takes as little time as the first, the third prompting the order, "read all of it. Absorb yourself into the book. Feel what Salissia and Luara do. Feel what they do to each other. Crave what they yearn for. Enjoy it." Something about that last order hits hard, almost like an order heard in subspace, compelling Coquette-- compelling Noire-- to obey.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire balks, narrowing her eyes, closing the book. She turns to Tenachka before catching herself, taking a deep breath, and opening it again. 

I can't do this. Cindy. Get your ass up here. 

This is your bargain, Noire. You do it. 

I'm no submissive!

Stop using me to hide from your own problems! 

Another deep breath, and Noire begins reading the book. 

[NPCs]

"Do you need... help? With relaxing into the book?" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

A pause. "What sort of help?"

[NPCs]

Tenachka shrugs one beautiful shoulder. "What would help? I have wine, tunnis mushrooms, devil weed, various toys, oils, chocolate..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Devil weed," she says right away. They've only used the stuff a few times, mostly out of sheer boredom and despair during the Alessan years, but it does relax them and make them more horny. "Though if you want me to pose with the wine, that will also be acceptable."

[NPCs]

"A nice red," Tenachka decides after a moment, leaving the room to fetch the requested items. She returns with a small basket, then pours them both a glass of wine. "There's plenty, so feel free to sip," she adds, setting the glass on the table so she can give Coquette a four inch long but very slim roll of dried leaves. Once the merikos drow takes it, she flicks her fingers to lite it for her. "There we go."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire smokes the joint a few times, then sets it down still lit, letting the smoke curl upwards to frame her face. She takes the wine glass in one hand, dangling it almost carelessly, while the other hand picks up the book, her face haughty and regal as she reads. 

[NPCs]

Tenachka does two sketches this time before she speaks again. "Set the wine down and use that hand to touch yourself. Keep reading."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette debates misunderstanding, but she's just not feeling up to it, not anymore. Not with the weed hitting. She does another hit and then begins to finger her clit in slow, leisurely circles.