The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Estelle Emerison]

"That's how!" Estelle blurts out, sounding almost triumph. "Ah, that is to say... Interesting?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Please. She lives for your attention. I've seen cats with more spine than her," Noire continues. 

[Zevran]

"They... mostly get along," Zevran comments to the two other wives. "Noire has a great deal of pride and it... bothers her to be so bound to someone who is submissive in bed." Bothers her even more to have depended on her so often though.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Do you... have any questions?" Cindy asks, wresting control of both the body and the conversation back from Noire. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"Uh, duh? Only like ten thousand of them!" Claudia exclaims, focus snapping back to the news itself. "How long has this been like this? How do you all decide who does what? What do you all think of me? What do the other two do while the third is talking? When--" The flood comes to a halt when Estelle reaches up to put a finger in her mouth.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It's been like this since I was a young girl, maybe in my teens. We mostly get along but sometimes we fight each other over who gets to or has to do something. There's, there's a place in our head that we can go when we get tired of controlling the body, it's like a little cottage where we each have our own room. So we each spend a good deal of time there with the others instead of talking to you all. If you ever wondered why I take such long naps, sometimes we just... don't wish to be social with others."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Woah," Claudia mumbles around Estelle's finger. "You're your own roommates."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Are... are there any negative effects of this condition?" Estelle asks with concern.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"When... when it becomes apparent who you're speaking with, it makes more sense that... we come across as forgetful, losing time, when it's just that a different person is speaking. And... there are a few of us who are... not suitable for controlling the body. During... during difficult periods, sometimes they are forced to take over. It is not ideal."

[Claudia Emerison]

"Wait, so there's more than just three of you?" A beat. "Also, I need terminology please. Three whats plus X whats combine to make a what and so forth."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Um. Three... alternate personas, or alters, says my therapist. Plus a few more back there we don't let come out. I don't really have a name for the group of us. Other than Coquette Blacquin, because we all answer to that. Even Little Bitch."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Beg your pardon; even who?" Estelle asks, eyes widening in a poor show of control. Or perhaps a good show of her comfort. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She flinches. "It's not like that -- she's a wolf, a female wolf-girl. Sia named her. Unintentionally -- that was her nickname for us, her little bitch."

[Zevran]

"She has taken an insult, a depersonafication, and made it a scar of honor," Zevran supplies quietly, his tone that of wearied, proud, understanding. 

[Claudia Emerison]

"Oh," Claudia murmurs, studying the middle distance intently. "Okay. So... Cindy, Noire, Little Bitch and Sweetheart? And those are alters. Okay. Wow. I can't wrap my head around how you make this work. I mean, I get confused and argue with myself and it's just one me in here." She taps lightly on her temple.