The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

That's-- that can't be-- but no, that reek is unmistakable. I've never encountered or even heard of anything that smells close to the stench of goblinoid cannibal's spunk. "Noire, what happened?" he asks, horrified but trying to keep it out of his voice. "Were- were you... attacked?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I lost," she croaks, sitting back on her heels and wiping at her eyes with the bases of her hands. 

[Zevran]

"Lost?" Zevran echoes with confusion. Then, "like a wager? This was... what?" Payment for a lost bet? Coquette-- Noire-- what were you doing? What were you thinking?

[Coquette Blacquin]

She shakes her head. "Game," she croaks. "The Game. I lost face." She shivers, looking askance, clearly not yet fully come to terms with what happened. "'ll get revenge."

[Zevran]

Flirtation wept. What the fuck Noire. Okay. Need to find out what happened before I can... anything. "Noire, take a deep breath, then start from the beginning. What happened? Who did this to you?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She takes a deep breath, then another. Her face smooths out, and a calmer, higher voice says, "No beans, Noire. You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out. All I did was stop you pawning this whole thing off on Sweetheart again."

[Zevran]

"...Cindy?" Zevran asks tentatively. "Wait. 'Again?' How long has this been going on?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Every time she gets us in trouble, Sweetheart or Little B step up to take the punishment. But I said no more."

[Zevran]

"What kind of trouble?" he asks softly, though he already knows the answer.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette is quiet a moment. Then a low whimper emerges. Followed by more silence. This feels different though -- before the silence felt hesitant, waiting. Now it feels defiant. Her mouth sets in a stubborn, hard line. 

[Zevran]

"Noire..." Zevran takes a slow breath, then turns to refill the water glass as he thinks. Kneeling next to her, he speaks. "I am your husband. I... I consider myself as your friend and I hope you do as well. I think you do... mostly. More, we are partners. Our fates and lives are intertwined. Please. Let me help."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It's just r-rape." Her voice wavers, but she does a credible impression of someone scoffing at the thought. "It happens. Only a weakling would need a man's help after something like this."

[Zevran]

"Beatings and broken bones 'just happen' too, but that does not mean they simply... wisp away like morning mist. It's an attack, an assault. It causes harm." He leaves the 'male' comment alone.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"My wounds have been tended. There is no sign of infection. I'm fine."

[Zevran]

They have, haven't they? Curious. "Not all wounds on are the shell, Noire."