The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Claudia Emerison]

"Doesn't matter? Doesn't matter?!" Claudia hauls herself up onto the bed so she can give Coquette a proper (adorable) glare. "You let that-- that-- that thing torture and vio-- for months? For me?" Her glare melts into tears. "I thought you hated me?" she whispers.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette is quiet a moment. "She had... a painting. Of you, being... submitting. In your wedding gown. As if, just the same day, you ran off and...."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Oh. Oh, that's... gods, I'm so, so sorry Coquette," she whispers.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"My ex cheated on me and didn't even bother to hide it. I felt... I couldn't handle..."

[Claudia Emerison]

Every movement tentative, Claudia crawls forward a little so she can reach out and put a hand on Coquette's forearm. "I-- I've been trying to get a minute to talk to you for a few days," she begins, voice shaking. "About-- about me and-- I didn't. Umm. Be with... anyone, actually. I mean, that I didn't-- we don't-- already know about."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette is quiet for a while. "She has... shapeshifter friends. Probably other devils. She... she imitated my children. She wanted me to watch as... as my girls were..." Deep breath, abandoning that train of thought. "She captured your face perfectly. That look on your face when you're... it was too perfect. It broke me. I made her swear not to touch you, and she said she needed a replacement model for her art, so I... I let her and her friends and... filthy, degrading things."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Oh gods. Oh merciful gods," Claudia moments, hand gripping a little tighter. "I am so, so, so sorry you-- I can't even imagine what--" I don't know what to do. I should get-- fuck! Zevran's... umm. Fine. What would Zevran do? "Hey... I mean... you're safe now. It's over. Over and done, she won't ever hurt you again, even if I have to dissolve the bitch in lead and cold iron infused Aqua Regalia."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I just... I couldn't let... I couldn't let her prey on you, I couldn't.... you were so torn up about the idea of being r-r-aped and I--"

[Claudia Emerison]

"Well, yes, but--" Claudia breaks, unable to stop herself from flinging her arms around Coquette. "Coquette, I would never want you to be r-raped in my place! I can't-- that you would-- you would do that for me!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette is quiet a moment. "I've been... so many times already. There's not a lot you can do to damage me more than I've already been damaged. But you're... innocent."

[Claudia Emerison]

"I'm hardly..." Claudia slumps. "...I'm not innocent," she mutters. "But yes, I'm more... more than you, maybe. I guess. But still!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...you remind me of my girls."

[Claudia Emerison]

That... that gets a face in response. "Oh. Um."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Not-- not because you're small, just-- how old are you?"

[Claudia Emerison]

"I'm twenty-two," Claudia says, still looking off. I remind you of your children? Ugh, that is so not what you want to hear from your wife...