The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Outfoxed, she moves her fingers back up to her clit, turning a page in the book after a moment more reading. 

[NPCs]

Smirk growing Tenachka returns to her sketching. "How are things?" she asks curiously. "Settling in well?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I suppose."

[NPCs]

"That's nice." She sketches for a time, humming softly. "And how goes your embroidery? Are you still teaching... Who was it?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh, I have a few students now."

[NPCs]

"Anyone interesting?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Wouldn't you like to know. "Oh, not particularly."

[NPCs]

"Such a pity; you're far too interesting yourself to be wasted on dullards."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"am I?" she asks, honestly surprised. 

[NPCs]

"Oh my yes!" Tenachka wipes and restarts her sketching. "Even if you ignore the mystery and scandal of your past, you yourself have so much to uncover. Your exotic upbringing and manners, your uneven poise and shock over our ways, your body, your new craft-- well, new to most people here. It's a very appealing package."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm honored to hear you say so," she says, not liking this uncertain ground on which they tread. 

[NPCs]

"I'm flattered you rate my opinion so highly," Tenachka replies in turn. "Hmm. Try sitting crossed-legged."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Relieved, Coquette stops touching herself and crosses one leg over the other, reclining a little more sideways to look elegant and poised. 

[NPCs]

Tenachka lifts her easel and moves closer, changing the angle slightly as well in the process. "Shift so the base of the dildo is against the sofa."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Inwardly rolling her eyes, Noire shifts.