The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I see.. perhaps. I will think on it."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Ah, I didn't-- sorry. The reason why I was so excited-- and while I brought it up-- was that if each of you can think independently, then you should be able to maintain a spell while one of the others steps forward to move the body and such. Casting a spell, even one without vocal or somatic components, still requires flowing the magic through the body, so I doubt you could cast from, ah, the back, but maintaining a focus spell..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Oh! I could see that being very useful."

[Estelle Emerison]

Estelle nodded vigorously. "Yes; it's actually one of the higher techniques for wizards. Dual thought-lines, I mean. And even then, it's not really two lines of thought. The second, artificial thought-line can only maintain the spell and nothing else. It can't even judge if dropping the spell would be useful, you have to flick your main thought-line to the spell to release it."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm not certain we have what it takes to become a wizard, but we can try."

[Estelle Emerison]

"That's all you can do," Estelle agreed with an upbeat nod. "And I'd be thrilled to help you with it, to be clear. I've given lessons to people from time to time but never had a student, exactly, if that makes sense?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It does. Thank you, Estelle. If you can find me a beginner text I'll give it a try." She stands then, yawning as she pads towards the bedroom. "Good night."

[Estelle Emerison]

"Would you like company?" Estelle blurted out without thinking. "Not-- Just company, that is."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No, thank you." A pause. "Oh, alright, I'll-- sorry. They want Zevran, in an hour or so."

[Estelle Emerison]

A look of disappointment appeared and vanished just as quickly as Estelle steps back towards the door. "Then I'll let him know," she promised. Then... I should talk to Claudia, maybe she'd like to..?

[Shiori]

Another day, another meal. Shiori's new husband, Genji, was in his 80s and bedridden. Shoiri had been terrified he'd want to consummate the marriage, but she shouldn't have feared; he had severe erectile dysfunction, and so, couldn't manage it even if he wanted to. Still, she was expected to show her devotion to him by feeding him meals herself. This involved sitting on the side of the bed while she fed him spoonfuls of rice with eel sauce, and unfortunately, while he can't get it up, Genji does enjoy copping a feel off Shiori's pert, young breasts while he's being fed. Every time he touches her, Shiori feels tarnished, dirty, tainted. Only Maeve and Jassinth had touched her there before Genji, and both of them had been welcome, reverent partners. 

Not that Jassinth dared touch her again, not after the wedding. If he was caught plundering the Tigers' goods, he had been firmly told, he would be put to death or at the very least exiled from the household. Here, Shoiri has no power. Only what she can swindle using her wits.

Today, Shiori wasn't lucky. Genji didn't stop at fondling her breast, rubbing his wrinkled thumb over her nipple, but went on to slide a hand up her leg and under her kimono. Shiori shoots a helpless glance at Jassinth, but Genji's footman, a cruel man missing an eye who takes out his helplessness on the other servants that he considers beneath him, is also standing there, ready to intervene if Shiori protests. 

[Jassinth]

Jassinth doesn't even appear to be paying attention to Shiori as this happens. So it must be complete coincidence that he suddenly bends over and vomits. It's not a lot, small blessings, but it does have a noticeable fishy odor. Tinged with green as well, despite breakfast being fish and rice.

[GamesMaster]

Daisuke, the footman, leapt back to avoid getting any splatter on his shoes. "Clean this up," he snapped at the girl who had brought the tray. 

"Oh, I'd best put you to bed," said Shiori loudly, pulling away to stand. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

[Jassinth]

"Humble apologies," Jass mumbled, bowing a few times as he retched a little. "Ten thousand apologies, Mistress." He didn't fight Shiori when she went to lead him away, though he didn't allow her to give him a shoulder. Minimal contact without looking too hale was the key.

[Shiori]

Shoiri walked him all the way to his quarters, shutting the door before murmuring, "Thanks."