The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Thank you."

The next morning, Coquette declines to get out of bed -- she's running a slight fever and still feels chilled, so she has Zevran stoke the fire and pile on more blankets. Nor is Noire willing to come to the front and talk, saying she has a lot to think about. But the day after, she is well once more, able to give her sewing lesson before heading to her appointment with Tenachka. 

Specifically, Cindy does all this. Noire is still refusing to come to the front, and Cindy doesn't dare let Sweetheart or Little B take over, not with Tenachka around. 

[NPCs]

"Good afternoon, pet," Tenachka calls out from the sofa. She's wearing a surprisingly modest green dress as she reads, except that she's decidedly ruined its whole purpose by pulling it up above her waist to provide access for her fingers. "I wasn't sure if you'd be here today, given you were ill yesterday."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I am feeling much better today, thank you," says Cindy stiffly. "How is the art coming along?"

[NPCs]

"Oh it's coming along nicely," Tenachka purrs, peeking at Coquette over the top of her book. "But how does my little muse feel about our projects, hmm? Which one is your favorite, I wonder?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What, critique your art? When you have already shown me to be merely a novice at the subject? I would never be so rude."

[NPCs]

"Ah, but I did ask for your opinion so you're not not truly offering it, are you? And besides, even the most uncouth or base of creatures can have a favorite, even if it's chosen for..." She pauses as if thinking, her breathing speeding up in time with her fingers. "Unrefined reasons."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No, no, your work is all well outside my ability to judge. I wouldn't insult you by offering such an unworthy opinion."

[NPCs]

"I. Insist," Tenachka pants, hips writhing slightly, which allows Coquette to see that her tail is twisting deep in her ass. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Our agreement did not include my opinions."

[NPCs]

Tenachka's eyes flash. "Consider it a gesture of... good faith," she counters, voice sharpening.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is that what you think you have? My good faith? How curious."

[NPCs]

"Feisty today, aren't we?" Tenachka exclaims with a laugh. "How lovely to see. After yesterday, I was worried that your last sitting had been too much for you. I'm glad to see you can clearly handle such again."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I am prepared when you are."

[NPCs]

A glint of malice in her eyes, Tenachka rises to her feet with predatory grace. She gestures at Coquette to follow as she strides towards the rear studio, which also reveals that her dress is not, in fact, modest at all. A triangle of missing fabric, from hem to her shoulder blades, is missing save for a few strings to keep it from flapping around. This also shows that her tail is still writhing away. 

"I'll be sure to arrange for another Defeat for you, but for today, I have something else in mind," she comments brightly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"As you wish," she says quietly. "Shall I undress?"