The Silver Queen [AU]

[Isabela]

This guy has no idea about women. Isabela smirks ever so slightly. While some women did prefer penetration, it was also the number one thing men thought women wanted and far, far from the number one thing women actually enjoyed. Deep and rapid was, again, quite unlikely to be her actual preference. And knowing how she reacted to pain before...

Then Coquette's tongue finds Isabela's pearl, and she gasps, throwing her head back with glee. That's more like it.

[NPCs]

Just as that spike of pleasure starts to pull back, Olocaryn's fingers find Isabela's nipple and give at least partial lie her theory about him not knowing much about women. He's not Zevran's equal... but at least some of that is because the merikos drow has a great deal more familiarity with Isabela's body. "Is this... comfortable to start? Or would you like to move someplace more suitable to playing?"

[Isabela]

"If you have someplace in mind," she manages, eyes glazed with lust. Gods, that's good. Been a while since I had a new partner. 

[NPCs]

Olocaryn briefly debates using the same spell on Belladonna but... No, no need as yet. I'll wait until she's more thoroughly distracted. I dislike having to use such things during the initial stages, it ruins the challenge but... I hate working under deadlines. "We have a very nice playroom of course. Pet would be happy to show off her favorite games wouldn't you?" As he speaks, he shifts his hand from Coquette's hair to her nipple, both sets of fingers moving in the same way on separate breasts. He keeps the movements gentle, skillful, purely to arouse without pain or rebuke. Those are some of the worst nights, when he's gentle and almost loving. When she can almost let herself think that he's kind, that she should just... accept this life and please him.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes," gasps Pet, swallowing, her eyes fluttering closed. It's best if she's in the moment, if she focuses on the pleasure, if she buries or lets go of the rest. When she can do that, when she can find that space where she's just a creature, with no past or future, just a body and sensations, she can find something like happiness. Something like peace. 

The cage door in her mind swings shut, locking away the part of her she uses to survive the bad times. They have company. This won't be a bad time. The little hurts and fears happen even during the good times, but they fade quickly so long as she doesn't think too hard. She's gotten good at not thinking too hard. 

[NPCs]

There she goes.... Olocaryn smiles faintly as he sees her eyes close, her face go just a touch slack. Faster than normal. I think perhaps my pet likes the feminine form just a bit... Tessa excepting, he thinks with indulgent malice. Can't imagine why... 

"Shall we move before we get too... settled in then?" 

[Isabela]

"Yes, let's," gasps Isabela. 

[Tethras Clan]

As Zevran had expected, the lands around Olocaryn's estate, while patrolled, were unguarded and unwarded and thus easily transversed. Time-consuming, but easy really. Once they reach the actual estate grounds, things get a touch more difficult but really, Zevran has gotten through much worse. Having Carver tagging along is surprisingly less of a hindrance than one might think if they'd only known him before he left Nyra. One of the first things Zevran had convinced the melee frontliner to upgrade was his heavy chain, switching to an enchanted mithril version that is much easier to move around in. 

Hunter and Silence are able to convince, bully or awe the two guard dogs they encounter into not sending up the alarm, Zevran gets them into the building with his lockpicks and Carver is able to get the mabari in via the window by strength of arms. All in all, things seem to be going fairly well. "Alright," Zevran whispers. "Now we just have to trace our way back to the private area. Somehow."

[Carver Amell]

"Great. No pressure," he says, rolling his eyes. "Somehow. Mysteriously."

That said, the white-haired brawler begins picking his way down the hall, moving with exaggerated care to avoid making too much noise. he's still an order of magnitude louder than Zevran, mind, but he's trying at least. And it's still quieter than that chainmail.

[Tethras Clan]

Grinning, Zevran follows after Carver, the mabari quietly on their flanks, ears pricked for threats.

[NPCs]

Once Carver gets them to the private area, Zevran is able to take over the exploration. When they get to the guarded room he'd found before, however, they see not just a guard but a familiar 'dog' outside the door. After an painful, uncomfortable moment, they retreat, looking elsewhere. Before long, they find the master bedroom and spread out to look around. It's just a bedroom, no side office or the like, though there is an attached bath. An oversized bed, nearly ten feet across both directions is flush against the wall farthest from the doorway, with a nightstand on both sides of it. The bathroom is to the left, with a pair of wardrobes flanking it. The right wall has a fireplace and some bookshelves along with a loveseat to read in. 

"Me right, you left?" Zevran offers, heading over the bookshelves. Hunter moves to and starts sniffing around while Silence takes up a position by the door to stand guard.

[Carver Amell]

As Carver rifles through the drawers in one of the wardrobes, he casually asks, "So, do we talk about the part where Bela's fucking a slaver or...?"

[NPCs]

Fancy dresses, all sized for Olocaryn's wife. No casual clothing at all. The bottom drawers hold her underthings- lots of silk and lace in very... appealing designs. But also some leather underthings as well. And... is that bottom made from rough hemp? Wouldn't that be aggravating to start and outright painful by the end of the day?

[Tethras Clan]

"We are no," Zevran says shortly. "She... she can makes her own mis- choices." This tone is even, unphased- at least to Carver's untuned ear.

Hawke would have heard the pain in it. Once.

[Carver Amell]

"Huh," says Carver, mostly to the underthings. "You gonna punch him, I guess?" he asks, putting back the lacy things, the hemp ones, as he moves to the other wardrobe.