The Silver Queen [AU]

[Isabela]

"Do you know, I think I would," she purrs. 

[NPCs]

Far more worldly and wanton than my standard fare and yet... There is something delicious about the idea of luring in someone that thinks themselves experienced, twisting them and then breaking them to heel. Wouldn't do to have my passion and calling to grow stale after all. "Glad to hear it..."" He whispers huskily, shifting so he can lean over and kiss her some more.

[Isabela]

As she pulls away from Olocaryn, Isabela whispers, "but perhaps someplace more private?"

[NPCs]

"...how much time do you have to play?" 

[Isabela]

"How long do you need?"

[NPCs]

"Somethings only ever get better the longer you take to... let them ripen."

[Isabela]

"I can't argue with that," she muses. "When and where?"

Isabela was, after all, never one to let someone's marriage come between her and a good time.

[NPCs]

Olocaryn purses his lips, considering. "Well... I am afraid I have company arriving for business tonight," he says with honest regret, "come afternoon I shall be without distraction until the following night. If you like, I would enjoy very much to have you. Over."

[Isabela]

"Will I have to sneak in or do you and your wife have an understanding?" she asks, knowingly.

[NPCs]

Olocaryn smiles, a pleased, cruel edge to the expression plainfully visible. "My wife is shy and lacks social skills, but is a kind and loving wife. She is eager to please, welcoming in her own discrete and demure manner but also lewd and depraved. She will not balk at any suggestion my guest makes, no matter how demeaning or how violated it makes her feel. She will be submissive and accommodating at all times without coming off slavish or doll-like. I want that wonderful sense of humor of yours on full display, though you will remember to take more care in your choice of targets, won't you, mon chat?"

Glancing downwards, he twists and pulls the rope of hair he has wrapped around his hand, enjoying the stifled whimper of pain the action causes. Between his legs, Coquette doesn't miss a beat as her head bobs furthers, tongue working at his cock. "Good pet. Disgrace me, spook her, alert or alarm her in anyway... and I will make you ear her heart after I rip it out of her chest. Understood?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

She knows better than to answer -- that would mean stopping her ministrations. But she know better than not to answer when Master is speaking. There is, as always, a brief struggle, beating wings against her rib cage, and then she is still, compliant, awaiting the punishment that is inevitable. Why struggle? It will only make things worse.

Already she is beginning to gather the tattered scraps of herself, to construct a new mask to present to this Isabela. My replacement. Some part of her feels relief -- this might be almost over. She might be discarded soon. She might be done with her torment. 

(Again she wonders if her silken bedsheets are strong enough to support her weight. They're not long enough to reach the ground, but they might serve as a noose. Again, some small piece of her files that away, says gently, 'not yet'.)

[NPCs]

"Tch. Such ill manners my pet has, to not answer when spoken to. Tessa.... why don't you select a rod and chastise mon chat, hmmm?" There's a slight pause and he chuckles. "You never grow tired of that one, do you?"

"I like the thorns, My Lord Master."

Feeling Coquette's reaction, he grins. "They are quite lovely, aren't they? Bring a phallus as well, I want make sure she's... prepared for tomorrow, just in case the delectable Belladonna wishes to have a rut with her as well."

"Yes My Lord Master!"

"See? That is how a good pet behaves, mon chat. But it's okay, you'll learn. I promise." And helping to entrap and break another will be yet another lesson, one that will ruin you just a little more...

[Isabela]

The occasion called for something lacy: a camisole and panties, matched, black lace, with red ribbon. Over that, Isabela drapes a red gown so that the lace just peeks into her neckline, the broach at her throat bearing a hawk. The plan is thus: the men will wait half an hour or so before infiltrating the home, giving time for the festivities to get underway, and Helene will embark on a journey of discovery as they do, looking for leads on Ozymandias that weren't available when asking about Olocaryn. 

And Isabela was going to enjoy her evening. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran is not. 

He had tried to argue, carefully, against this plan but given their lack of alternatives- and Isabela's firm declarations of increasingly cutting severity that she's fine with it- had eventually bowed out. Instead, he'd managed to convince them (Isabela) to take Beka along, glamoured to appear as a sweet looking border collie. He doubts the mabari will be brought with them to the bed chambers but hopes she'll be close enough to assist should it be needed. They'd managed to find a few rumors, a few stories, about this Ozymandias. A 'gentleman villain' in the bard's vernacular, Ozy used catspaws, cutouts and fronts to do his business. His name was everywhere, but his face, his personal actions... smoke and shadow. He has a half dozen known Agents that seem to run the day to day, and they're the only ones that meet with him regularly. So the Oloycarn connection is their only real bet for getting to him. 

Biding Isabela goodbye ("Please be careful, ma'bela. Nothing is as important as your safety tonight."), the two males and two mabari begin their infiltration, knowing it'll take at least that half hour to cover the countryside and get to the manor grounds proper on foot without being too overt.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Lady Olocaryn was similarly prepared for her evening. 

She wore a metal torc around her neck, one with a small bell in front, akin to one a cat might wear; in the back, it was locked around her neck by a small charm, the codeword to which she did not know, so that it could not be taken off without her Master's approval. Her gown matched it, shimmering silver down to her ankles, as she answered the doorbell, led her prey inside. 

"It's every so nice to meet you," she purrs, tugging the saucy wench along. "I have been looking forward to getting to know you all day."