The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Estelle Emerison]

"Hello again, Noire," Estelle said with a faint smile. "I had that talk with Little Bitch-- she's adorably fierce, by the way." Mental note, speak with them about if it would be okay to interact with Little Bitch as if she were a daughter or the like. But later. "She definitely has the memory of you discovering that your ex was unfaithful. And it's as bad as you likely feared it would be."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Noire scowls. "Of course it is. Nothing with my ex is ever simple."

[Estelle Emerison]

Lips pressed thin together, Estelle nodded. "Quite so. Well. Our little wolf was wary to think on the matter, but she did give some answers before... being overwhelmed." Her hands twisted in her lap, fretting and worried. "Oh do I hope I handled that well..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette shrugs. "It seemed to be well enough. There's no good answer for this sort of thing."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Oh, were-- were you, ah, present? Watching?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Not really, but I could sense her emotions, and she didn't... it's not the worst meltdown we've ever had." A pause, then softer, "Little B has some... really bad memories locked away. Really bad."

[Estelle Emerison]

"I... yes, I rather got that impression." Estelle ran her fingers through her hair, accompanying it with a loud exhale. "Well. Did you both want to hear what I learned before Little Bitch needed to go?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette nods, mutely. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Okay." Estelle set her posture, as if preparing for a blow. "Firstly, your ex admitted to being unfaithful for the entirety of your marriage. Little Bitch gave what I am almost certain was a direct quote: 'You were told not to sleep with other women. I may do whatever I like. I am the superior wife.' She also added something like that if you had wanted fidelity, you should have asked for it from the start."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"That whore," snarls Noire. 

[Estelle Emerison]

"Whores are professionals. She's just a lying, honorless, abusive asshole."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'll drink to that," she agrees in a dark tone. "Gods above, why does our head hurt so badly? What did she do?" A moment later, softer: "Sorry. She didn't mean to."

[Estelle Emerison]

"I think she had to... unbury or perhaps unlock that memory," Estelle supplied quietly. "And it was... bad. She... she also mentioned-- cried out for really-- someone named Bull?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette stills. "What... about Bull, exactly?"

[Estelle Emerison]

"Just his name," was the quiet reply. "And... panicked noises."