The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"There was one that... well, if we had been involved, we would have loved to create. As it was... anyway, I was going to say, the artist really captured that look in her eyes."

[Estelle Emerison]

A snarl on her lips, Estelle muttered, "I'd love to capture that filth's eyes in a jar."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"..it's made relations with Claudia.... difficult. Have you made any progress with the mental block? We have a betting pool going in here as to whether she was tricked into consenting or just taken."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle's eyes flew wide open, a surprised and distraught expression. "Oh No--Cin--" Her nose wrinkled up briefly. "Coquette. Yes, we have and-- There were two blocks. We've already broken one, it was recent and weak and-- Dammit, I'm doing this all out of order. Claudia never had sex or posed for Filth. The recent memory gap was just thirty seconds or so of the two of them passing in the hallway where nothing happened aside from an awkward exchange of greetings. My theory is it was simply meant to fake something more sinister to simple tests."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette is quiet a long moment, thinking this over. Finally, weakly, she says, "but it was so exactly her face, just when..."

[Estelle Emerison]

"You'd mentioned how accurate it appeared, which got me thinking about that," Estelle acknowledged. "I don't know if I'm right and I can't really test either theory but... Either she simply guessed, based on what she could witness in public and combined with her experience with others. Or she can not only fog memories but also read minds." The drow quickly held up a reassuring hand. "I've already ordered Mind Shielding rings from Nyra for you, Claudia and Zevran. They should be here in a tenday."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Sealing the harbor when the ships are at sea," sighs Coquette, "but thank you."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Unfortunately, the ships will be remaining in the bay, so..." Estelle crossed her arms as she pulled off a high level trick: a simultaneous scowl and pout combo. "I spoke with Grandmother about Filth but she's unwilling to give up the power and reach her pet devil gives her. Which... Okay, fine, yes, that's a potent tool and our position in these lands isn't really secure yet. But still!"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Can we help secure our position? Give us something to work towards?"

[Estelle Emerison]

"We're trying," Estelle assured Coquette swiftly, not wanting her to be too worried over the matter. "Or wait; did you mean you, yourself, personally can do?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"yes, sorry -- Noire and myself."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Right, of course. Hmm." Estelle gave a thoughtful hum, clearly giving the matter some real thought. "Well, do you have any particular skill sets or preferences? By which I mean, would you prefer social, administrative, production or something else? Internal or external?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Social and administrative?" she asks, hesitant. 0

[Estelle Emerison]

"You were born and raised as a noble, correct?" At Coquette's nod, Estelle continued, "then I assume you'd be skilled at pleasing, ent-- nonsexually pleasing, entertaining and talking with nobility and the rich?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I can fill that role. Noire is... a little too arrogant."