The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"If you say so."

[Zevran]

"Mmh-hmm, yes, I do," Zevran confirms, reaching around to lightly boop their nose. 

[Claudia Emerison]

Estella and Claudia both giggle at Zevran, the tension breaking before it can really build. "Right, so, umm, other questions! Tell me about yourselves! Like favorite foods and hobbies and maybe what kind of dates you'd enjoy for no particular reason and don't mind me taking notes."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy gives a weak smile in the face of Claudia's onslaught. "Um.... Well..."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle hands the delivery slip back to the courier, then turns to face the half dozen crates in her office. Hands on her hips, she scowls at them. "The hells did she order?" she mutters with a huff. "This is not how I wanted to spend my late morning." There goes taking an actual lunch break. 

"Oh Bright Gods.

Face a little pale, lips pressed thin, Estelle knocks on the side of Coquette's room. "Coquette... do you have a few-- more than a few-- minutes?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire sets down the romance novel regretfully -- she was just getting to the first kiss -- and sends Little B and Sweetheart away just in case this is a sex thing. "Coming." 

She straightens her gown, a lazy day house gown, and answers the door. "Yes?" Seeing the look on Estelle's face, she adds, "I'll put on the kettle."

[Estelle Emerison]

Glancing behind her to confirm the entrance door is closed, Estelle steps into Coquette's room and closes that door as well. "Who is, ah, paying attention?" she asks delicately. While Claudia is the one who is most inquisitive about Coquette's condition, Estelle treats it on the level of a state secret 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Myself, Noire, and also Cindy, but only a little."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Good," she says firmly. "That's who... To start with, at least." Estelle scrubs at her face with one hand, then flops down on one of the sofas. "I need to speak with you about-- Well, it doesn't have to be now, today, if you're not up for something serious?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"...it depends on the topic," says Noire, slowly, warily. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Right, of course," Estelle agrees with a grimace. "I got some packages this morning. They're yours though; they just sent them to me because--" she waves that off. "Annoying legal/social things."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I didn't order anything," she says slowly. "Gifts?"

[Estelle Emerison]

"I strongly doubt you'll see them as gifts," Estelle replies with a wince. "They're... artwork. Of you. By..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Every muscle in Noire's body tenses. "Burn them," she growls, her back to Estelle to try and hide how uneven and frantic her breath has become. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Some of them aren't... degrading, do you not-- okay. I'll destroy them all." A pause, then, "or... or would you like to do it, personally? To be sure, and to... have that closure, I suppose."