The Education of a Noblewoman [NSFW]

[Coquette Blacquin]

Her body tenses, her breathing speeding up a touch as she realizes what this means. "Surely not," she says, airly. "That would spoil the whole mood, I think." Please don't make me do this.

[Tethras Clan]

"If I cannot see what I am doing, I could hurt you," Zevran explains gently. "If I already knew your body, I could make do with memory and touch but not for the first time."

[Shannon zi'Marass]

"I could... turn around. Or... maybe sit at your head, so all I can really see is your face?" Shannon offers weakly, uncomfortably.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy swallows. No... she wants to see, wants to enjoy this. Tears prick at her eyes, and she sits up, wiping them with the back of her hand. This is so stupid. You ruin everything, Coquette. Just being here you bring the mood down. If it were only Zevran and Shannon, they'd enjoy themselves with no doubts, no disputes. You make it harder. You make things worse.

Some hero you are.

She takes a deep breath, lets it out. No fear. No doubts. Walk forward, don't look back. Do what has to be done. The voice in her head is soothing, masculine and firm and unwilling to bend. The voice of justice. The voice of the Scale. 

She reaches up, unclasping her earring and lowering the felt hat to her lap. With her robe open, it's immediately obvious how thin she is -- her ribs are showing something fierce, her collarbone protruding, her arms and legs thin twigs. Her hair loses its luster, becoming dull, flat white rather than quite so radiant silver. She's been sleeping more; the bags Zevran saw before have mostly faded, but her face still has a sunken-in, gaunt look to it. She's not starving to death, not so bad as to be barely able to stand, but thinner than they'd want her to be. Thinner than anyone should want to be. 

[Shannon zi'Marass]

"Oh Co," Shannon breathes out softly, eyes pricking fiercely. "Damn your mother to the hells," she curses savagely in draconic.

[Tethras Clan]

"There is still beauty," Zevran says softly, kneeling at her side. "It is... hidden, dulled," he acknowledges. "But the core of it, the foundation, is still there. And you are working on bringing the rest of it back. Give it time. Let yourself work for it, let yourself have the grace of knowing that now is not as important as then shall be. It will be a struggle, but you have friends," he glances towards Shannon, "that will support you. And you are not without strength of your own." As he finishes, he reaches out for her hand and lightly presses a kiss to her palm.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, then another. She nods, not trusting herself to speak just yet. After a long moment, she pulls back, laying on the table. Just.. get this over with.

[Tethras Clan]

Good lass. Still shaky, but she's got steel in her. Humming softly, he starts to work on her legs. As nervous as she is, Zevran has skill enough that she can't help but relax after a while. AS with Shannon, he carefully avoids touching anything above her thighs, below her waist or on the front of her torso. "You have a great deal of stress, Cindy," he murmurs. "And a dancer's legs. If I may be so bold, however, I'd like to recommend a new hair rinse, something that's designed for elven heritage." Drow, technically- thank you Auntie- but it does work wonders.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I am-- I am grateful for any suggestion," she manages, with only a slight fumble. 

[Tethras Clan]

"It helps put that shine in your hair that elves so often have," Zevran explains as he moves his way to her back. "I would recommend something for you skin as well, but you don't need it, with how soft it is." Surprisingly so, given your health. He continues to work on her, movements slow and steady, softer than he'd done with Shannon.

[Shannon zi'Marass]

"How do you feel, Co? Cindy," Shannon corrects herself with as smirk. She saunters over to the table, then squats near the head so she can met Coquette's eyes. She'd tossed on her robe but didn't belt it, so her front is exposed as she does this. And from the look in her own eyes, it was intentional.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy averts her eyes, closing them to focus on Zevran's hands. "This is nice," she purrs, her voice soft, gentle. 

[Shannon zi'Marass]

Shannon pouts a little, then casts her eyes down. Was that too direct? Ugh, I can't tell if she's given me a go ahead or not. Best to assume not. Probably. Ugh. It's so much harder when I actually give a shit about a particular person. "Anything I can do to help?" she asks lightly. "Make it better?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"It's nice," she says again, a little more forcefully. This is going well. Why change it? Gods, I'm so tense. I need to relax, need to let this happen more, need to stop being so paranoid.

[Shannon zi'Marass]

"Didn't say it wasn't, just offered..." She sighs. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." Leaning in a little, she whispers right in Coquette's ear, "wait until he straddles you and you feel his lean, hard thighs against your hips."