The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

A mask is slid on her face, something simple and unadorned but very soft. Fabric instead of glass or wood, clearly, and held in place by tight elastic, it covers her face from cheekbones to hairline. Including her eyes.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Which finally frightens her. "This isn't what we agreed," Noire demands, wriggling to see if she can't get her hands to her face. 

[NPCs]

"No sex with females and you are shown in a mask in all the art I produce," Tenachka replies neutrally. "Those are the only two restrictions we agreed to." The mask is nudged a little, settling it firmly in place. "Now behave," she orders, voice sharpening to finely honed steel.

[Coquette Blacquin]

A spike of fear as Tenachka's words hit home: that's all she agreed to. Tenachka could run a train of anonymous strangers, giving them all access to Coquette while blindfolded, and Noire would be helpless to stop it. She flees, leaving Sweetheart to drop them into subspace. 

[NPCs]

And yet... nothing like that happens. More sketches are certainly done, she's moved into a dozen or so different poses, some wine is drizzled sparingly across her chest and stomach. The finale is rather tame really, and something Coquette might have agreed was a rather artistic choice if asked in a better headspace; a long stemmed flower is carefully place along her slit so her lips hold it such that the large blossom is resting over her pelvis. And... that's it.

"Good girl," Tenachka murmurs, stroking Coquette's hair for a moment with one hand and beginning the process of untying her with the other. "You did very well."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Thank you mistress," she mumbles, brightening a little. 

[NPCs]

Tenchaka doesn't rush in removing the ropes, taking time to pet and stroke Coquette. The touches are gentle, even tender, and avoid anything arousing, but there's hesitation or restraint either. As the last rope is pulled away from her skin, Coquette feels a pair of soft lips lightly press against her own. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart is kissing back before Noire notices and pulls them back quickly. "Enoguh," she says as firmly as she can manage. 

Which isn't all that firm. 

[NPCs]

"Of course, my sweet muse," Tenachka purrs, rubbing her nose against Coquette's for a second. "You're safe here. Would you like to lay down and rest?" she asks, voice low and sensual as she whispers into her ear. Fingers come to rest on Coquette's outer hip, rubbing gentle, soothing, circles where the silk had rubbed enough to irritate the skin.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...yes," she whimpers. 

[NPCs]

"Good girl," Tenachka says with obvious approval. "Up we go then," she adds in lukewarm warning. Strong arms loop around her shoulders and hips and Coquette is effortlessly lifted into the arm. Tenachka begins to hum something, a wistful, flowing melody, as she carries Coquette a short way to a soft bed.

"There we go, sweet muse. Lay still and rest." She's set down as the order is given, then pulled down so her head rests in Tenachka's lap.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart hums softly, nestling her face into Tenachka's thigh. 

[NPCs]

Still bound in darkness, if not by silk, Sweetheart slips away into an even deeper darkness, lulled away by gentle fingers in her hair and a tranquil melody in her ears.

When the darkness recedes, the song and the fingers are still there.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Oh shit.

Cindy opens her eyes, tensing ever so slightly. She's blindfolded. This isn't her bed. Has she been kidnapped? 

[NPCs]

"Awake then, my sweet muse?" The song stops, but the fingers continue to comb through her hair, a regular, pleasant sensation.