The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Zevran]

"Paerle?" Zevran blurts out, caught off guard by the sudden name drop. "Is she your-- no, you would have called her that instead. Then who..?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"She bound our wounds for us when we went to her for help. She was closer than home," admits Sweetheart. "I didn't know if I could make it home."

[Zevran]

And she tried to seduce you? Lovely. "Well, I'm glad you were helped. And more glad you're home. Thank you for coming to the front," he adds.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Sweetheart nods, but doesn't leave the front right away, chewing her lower lip. "I am a person," she whispers finally. "I do... it hurts me. Every time I am misused it hurts me. I am not a dog, and even a dog will remember who kicks it. I submit because... because it's the best way to survive. But I don't want to have to survive bad things any more than you do, Noire."

Then she leaves, letting Noire's grimace show instead of her placid expression. "Then why don't you ever say no? Or fight back?"

[Zevran]

"Because she loves you? Because she wants to live? Isn't that why you sacrifice her to such 'bad things' so often? Because doing so allows you to survive or avoid something even worse?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire is silent for a while, chewing on her lower lip. 

[Zevran]

"Something to consider," Zevran says kindly after a moment. "To say it's a lot would be... well. How are you feeling, physically?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Horrible," she admits. "Physically in pain. Emotionally in pain. Sick to my stomach. Exhausted."

[Zevran]

"Do you want a healing potion or two? Some gentle food or a stomach soothing tonic?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"A potion, yes. I think I'm done throwing up, it just... I just keep remembering..." She shudders, stubbornly refusing to hurl again.

[Zevran]

"Regrettably, that is a wound no potion can touch," Zevran says softly. "Facing it, working through it, grieving and comfort and support from your loved ones... those and time are the only cures." As he speaks he rises to his feet and slips out the door. He's not gone long, though, before he's back with a familiar pale blue potion. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette downs the potion in one smooth motion and a few dainty gulps. Gasping for breath after, she whispers, "it was the humiliation... that's what really hurt... they didn't see me as a person at all. Not even a beast. A thing. A plaything to be used."

[Zevran]

"That is the difference, in my thinking at least, between rape and submission. When a submissive agrees to surrender control, it's a game of 'play pretend.' The dom has no authority save that which the sub grants them." He takes back the empty vial, setting it on the sink counter. "Rape is... a denial of the victim's authority over themself. A denial of, as you said, their very personhood."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"How?" she whimpers. "How can they see what I am and not see me as strong?"

[Zevran]

"Some do. But they do not care," Zevran says simply. "Others do and that excites them, makes them even more eager to diminish and shame you."