The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[NPCs]

"Need some help with that?" a voice like dark wine and lost secrets murmurs in her ear. With a start, Coquette realizes she's been frozen for much longer than just a few seconds. Long enough for Tenachka to have entered the prepared room and for Tamul to have snuck up behind her.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette swallows back a whimper -- please no, please, don't make me do that again, please, I'll do anything -- and nods. "I-- I can m-manage," she mumbles, stepping forward. 

[NPCs]

Tamul hums softly, the sound mostly neutral but with just a hint of doubt in it. Still, she gives Coquette space, merely watching as the merikos drow changes into the armour. "So you're almost done paying your debt to Mistress," she observes. "Dare I hope you'll not forget us?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I-- I am?"

[NPCs]

"Are you not?" Tamul replies with an arched brow. "You go to sit-- so to speak-- for our Mistress's focal piece today. I suppose she might want a few works done after, ones that better enhance this one," she adds thoughtfully. "Still, the end nears. The end of this debt, that is." She trails her fingers down Coquette's arm. "You'll always be welcome in our beds, I'm sure."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I was beginning to grow concerned that Mistress would never allow this debt to be fulfilled."

[NPCs]

"She is rather particular with her art, isn't she?" Winking at Coquette, Tamul covers her mouth as she giggles. "Well, we shouldn't delay any longer, lover mine."

Gently but insistently pushing Coquette forward, Tamul closes the door behind her with a very audible clunk of a lock engaging. The room Coquette is forced into is fairly large, more an Alessian sized bedroom than an Enclave one. And bedroom it is; the focal point of the room is a massive four poster bed smothered in silk sheet and plush pillows  The room itself is dimly lite... which shouldn't be an issue for Coquette's drow eyes and yet is. The walls are shrouded in shadow, just barely visible, and both sides of the top of the bed are merely pools of darkness.

What she can see clearly is the set of manacles at base and head of the bed. The signs of movement in the shadows on the walls. Her Mistress perched on a stool to the side. A half dozen crystals floating in midair surrounding the bed. "Very good, pet. I just know you're going to be overcome with the impact of this one."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She squints, trying desperately to make out the hints of movement in the corners of her eyes. "Mistress?"

[NPCs]

"And looking so dashing in that armour! Truly lovely. It just needs one... last... touch," the fiend purrs as she glides over to Coquette. Pulling Coquette up against her with a sharp tug, her hand is grabbed and a band of metal is forced onto her finger. Instantly, she feels her body shift and warp in a far too familiar fashion. Thankfully, the armour is either affected as well or crafted for this, as while it's now even tighter against her, it's not crushingly so.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette freezes, the discomfort washing over and through her -- and into some part of her that's not uncomfortable at all. Her muscles are larger, that part notes. Stronger. Less dextrous, more powerful. Good. 

[NPCs]

Tenachka's hand drifts down to cup Coquette briefly, giving a firm squeeze before letting go. "Excellent. I'm sure you noticed things are a bit different today," she flicks at hand at the crystals. "No mere painting or sculpture for this; no, this will be more than worthy for capturing in motion and life." She shivers with delight. "Preserving the moment you break in crystal and magic for thousands of years or more."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...what... what am I to do, mistress?" she asks, voice a scrape of a whisper. 

[NPCs]

"Mmmh, so demure and pliable," Tenachka says with a tender sigh. "So far you've come from your obstinate refusals and haughtiness. Well, the oil should have had enough time to seep into your skin, so we can get startled. First things first, let me set the scene!"

Clapping her hands as if overcome with excitement, she waves a hand towards the corners of the room. With coarse chuckles and grunts, a trio of very familiar goblinoids stomp into sight. "I'm sure I don't need to introduce you to these fine gentlemen, not after how... well acquainted you got last time, hmm?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Her nostrils flare wide as she fights against the panic attack gripping her lungs. She doesn't say a word, staring. 

[NPCs]

Coquette's skin starts to prickle, almost like it does when entering a warm home after strolling in the winter wind. It feels deeper, however, as if the heat and chill were beyond mere sensations on the skin. Tenachka's hand presses against the small of her back, guiding her forward.

"Now, today's scenario is simple really. You're going to be chained between two very precious ladies on the bed, then the three gents will come over to rape you all. But! You'll get to decide who goes first, second and third. Of course, I've provided some potions for them, to ensure they go the distance, but they will be a bit tired by the last, regrettably."