The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

~I see. Well, you had started to say something?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

A pause. ~I'm sorry, I forgot what we were talking about?~

[NPCs]

There's a long, telling pause. ~You were explaining about how your memory loss was a secret. About why you were ordered not to tell anyone.~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~Oh! That. I'm sorry, I didn't explain very well. You see. That... is a game that I play with myself sometimes. I'm so used to being submissive to someone else that sometimes I... I make up a more dominant version of myself to submit to. And she, that made-up person, she said if I made a scene about my memory loss I'd be locked away for a lunatic. So I don't tell anyone.~

[NPCs]

~That's... very creative. Inventive,~ Seli replies, an impression of a nod coming with the words. ~But I'd like to hear the truth as well.~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~please don't send me to Danvers!~

[NPCs]

~I-- what? Where... I don't even know where that is? It certainly doesn't sound like a place I want to send anyone, just based on how you sound.~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~...Danvers institute for the criminally or incurably insane? In Glaley?~

[NPCs]

~Danvers... Danvers... Wait.~ A wave of horror and disgust rolls over the link. ~Tessaline's Asylum? Absolutely not! I wouldn't send a sceleratis there, much less a person!~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~What... what do you mean?~

[NPCs]

~Oh it started as a noble enough endeavor,~ Seli explains, still sounding indignant and scornful., but now having a note of regret. ~But something happened to start it changing. A new director, noble interference, perhaps even infiltration by a malicious church. Regardless, they all too easily shifted from healing the ill, to hiding them. Then they started pushing the bounds of ethical experimentation and research. Right now, it's a horror show of 'disappeared' patients and torture in the name of progress.~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~...oh. I didn't know any of that. Just that... when you go in, your chances of coming out ever again are not good.~

[NPCs]

~Well, that's not wrong,~ Seli replies softly. ~And I can entirely understand your fear of being sent to such a place.~

[Coquette Blacquin]

~So... you won't turn me in?~

[NPCs]

~I swear I would never send you-- or anyone-- to Danvers. Nor anywhere else even a tenth as horrid. Not even a hundredth.~