The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

~How are you feeling today?~ Seli prompts after a few seconds.

[Coquette Blacquin]

~I am alright, ma'am.~ 

[NPCs]

~How's your day been so far? Do anything interesting? Or fun?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~No, ma'am. Only posed for Mistress's paintings. She let me lay in her lap afterward,~ Sweetheart adds, fairly glowing with pleased pride. 

[NPCs]

~That sounds interesting for sure,~ Seli replies evenly. ~Can you tell me more about it?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~Mistress needs me to pose for her paintings for her art show with various props and toys. She said I did a good job and she pet my hair and she called me a good girl.~ 

[NPCs]

~This is new,~ Seli says, her mental 'voice' sounding a touch off. ~When did this start?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~Just today I was a good girl for Mistress. But I've posed for her before.~

[NPCs]

~I see. Is anyone else... helping or playing in this too?~ Her words are a little... clunkier than normal, the typically warmly confident healer seemingly uncertain about how to describe things.

[Coquette Blacquin]

~No. It's a secret.~ 

[NPCs]

~Oh, of course,~ Seli replies, a mental impression of a nod accompanying the words. ~How did this come about? The last you'd mentioned, you weren't in a place where I'd have thought you comfortable enough for... such play with her.~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~I don't remember.~  A pause. ~I forget things a lot.~ 

[NPCs]

~Is that so? That must make things hard for you,~ Seli replies sympathetically. ~Has that always been the case?~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~I don't remember, ma'am. I'm sorry.~ Sweetheart ducks her head, flushing a little with shame. 

[NPCs]

~No no, it's alright,~ Seli sends back soothingly. ~Unreliable memory is, by its very nature, a very difficult thing to pin down. How about this; what's the furthest back you can identify as having missing memories or the like?~