The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

Koji's lips tighten for a moment but he doesn't respond to the insult. "I did what I could, Shiori," he says quietly instead. "Whatever you might think of me, I don't hate you. Given your pregnancy, there was far less need for you to be married to one of their... more virile men. Instead, they agreed to marry you to Towa Gendo. He's the nephew of the current Patriarch's cousin, and..." He coughs discretely, "his tastes are such that you will not be asked for that specific marital duty."

[Shiori]

"I understand," she says, but her mind is a million miles away, searching for an escape, any out, any way she wouldn't have to suffer like her sister. 

[NPCs]

"Thankfully, they seem to be glad enough to have a spouse for Gendo," a pregnant one that will allow them to save face, he doesn't spell out, "that they are willing to forgo any other price or penalty save a public apology from you."

[Shiori]

"I hope that someday you are put in a position to experience exactly what you have sentenced the women in our family to so cavalierly," Shiori sighs, already rising. "Is that all?"

[NPCs]

Koji laughs bitterly. "I see you are unaware of the kind of life an unranked secretary in Kendrinas's Clan will have. I assure you, whatever bitter, hateful revenge you are wishing on me, I will be subjected to worse."

[Shiori]

"Come see me when you're pregnant with your rapist's baby, then maybe I'll believe you." She turns to go. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

And that's all? She just... gave us a nice time?

Yeah. It was super weird. But it was... kind of nice, actually. Then the next time, it wasn't so bad. Kind of... I don't know. Playful.

Maybe I'll get lucky, Noire replies dubiously as she knocks on the door, then opens it.

I hope so. Because I'm not letting you use Sweetheart to escape again.

[NPCs]

It's Talmus that opens the door, though he's male and dressed in a loose, white robe this time. "My lady, welcome," he murmurs, bowing low as he gestures her inside. "May I offer you wine or some caramels? They are almond or berry jam filled today."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Wine," she agrees. "And if you have any, Tenachka gave me some lovely devilweed once." Might as well do what I can to make this more enjoyable. 

[NPCs]

"Wine it shall be, my lady," Talmus says brightly, then gestures towards the hall leading towards Tenachka's studio. "Our Mistress awaits you in the studio. I'll be along with your wine and the devilweed, if I can find any."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Good man." She then heads through to the studio, shrugging off her wrap to reveal a rather pretty dress. Not that it matters, really, but she figured she might get to keep her clothes on if they're nice enough, and the dark color flatters her bright hair. 

[NPCs]

Waiting for her in the studio are Tenachka, Vik and Vansul. The former is fussing over her paints and charcoal, arranging them just so. The later two are in their female forms and dressed in lingerie, Vik in wearing a soft white teddy and stockings while Vansul is wearing black panties, garters and a dark brown leather bustier that lifts her generous breasts up and out. They're also both gagged with a leather rod, their wrists bound together and then tied to the headboard of the same bed she'd first been with the trio. 

Both women spot Coquette entering and blush, averting their eyes in embarrassment or shyness. Tenachka doesn't react whoever, seemingly deeply focused on her task.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh my," she purrs. "Do I get to be the top this time?"

[NPCs]

Vik whimpers softly, squirming on the bed as Tenachka lifts her head. "Hmm? Oh, Coquette! Wonderful, you're here. My girls were starting to get antsy, weren't you?" She flashes a smile at the two on the bed, then rises to her feet. "I have something a bit different for today. Honestly, I'm not sure if I'll like the... artistic impact, but I'm hoping." Hips swaying, the nude painter approaches Coquette with a heavy iron ring, sized big enough that she'd likely have to wear it on her thumb. "A role reversal, you could say."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette takes the ring, but doesn't put it on yet. "This isn't going to do what I think it is, is it?"