The Silver Queen [AU]

[Isabela]

"No," she says simply. "Get the food, I'll sit with her, but we won't resume until she's ready."

[NPCs]

Turning back to neaten the rope chest, the elf's eyes burn for a moment. "Oh?" he asks neutrally. "I would think we should be asking her, no?" And she had best pull herself together and give the correct answer. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Coquette swallows. "I.. I am alright. Please, I do not need..."

[Isabela]

"Good for you. I'm not comfortable playing until she's sounding more solid. I can't stop the two of you, of course, but I'm just not comfortable with it."

[NPCs]

Olocaryn clucks his tongue. "Perish the thought! This was your choice of game, we would hardly move onto it without you, would we love?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Of course not," says Coquette, trembling slightly. "Perhaps-- I just need a moment, perhaps?"

[NPCs]

"Of course, pet, of course. How about you pick a platform that you'll enjoy and sit for a bit," he says gently as he rises to his feet. "Belladonna, if you like you can sit with her while I clean up a little and get things ready for the next game?"  

Five minutes later finds Coquette much recovered, her had in Isabela's lap as the merikos undine finger-combs her hair. Their previous play area is wiped down, toys put away, and Olocaryn also patted down the two ladies with towels to clean up some sweat so they don't get a chill (or have to feel drying sweat on themselves). Food arrives- some rice balls filled bean paste for Coquette and some very expensive looking sushi for Belladonna- 'I noticed you enjoyed it at the play, but alas Coquette cannot stomach raw fish. She sticks closely to elven diet you see.' The sushi is as good as it looks, fresh and flavorful- and, regrettably for Isabela, laced with twin drugs. One to gently dull her wits over the next hour or so, another to fan the flames of her lust. 

Just the thing to ensure she continues to play along- she's far too... observant and picky. I'll enjoy making her fuck mon chat bloody and unconcious. The nerve of telling me to let her rest... my own property! "How are you feeling, pet?" he asks gently after pulling the cup of water away he'd held up for her. "Ready to play some more?" The drugs will start kicking in, slowly but steadily, any moment now...

[Isabela]

"Here's hoping," says Isabela, her fingers still combing through Coquette's hair. What is it about this girl that makes me so protective and horny all at the same time? I want to steal her away and fuck her raw, then care for her like my own little kitten. Olocaryn doesn't know what he has; he's one lucky sod.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Yes," she whispers, not wanting to let her new friend -- or her Master -- down.

[NPCs]

"Very good then," Olocaryn says softly, moving behind Isabella. "Bind her legs. Tightly," he orders, voice a velvet order.

[Isabela]

She gives him an odd look, but even as she does, she's moving to obey. And... perhaps it's that protectiveness, that fierce desire, but she lets more of her cover slip, knotting the ropes in an elegant shibari presentation: diamonds up and down the half-elf's legs, almost like a mermaid's tail might look. 

[NPCs]

"Someone's played this game before and not just on a whim either," Olocaryn murmurs from just behind Isabella. He skim a hand down her back, then around her hip to cup her pelvis. "Have you ever tried tandem binding, little hawk?"

[Isabela]

That jarrs her out of what she's doing, and she fumbles a tie, barely hanging onto the rope. "No," she lies, moving to resume her binding, hands swift and sure again. Don't. Think about Carver and Zevran instead. Or this delectable snack before you.

[NPCs]

Olocaryn frowns slightly, noticing her reaction to his pet name. Strange? Some kind of... ill-fated encounter with someone's hunting bird? Whatever. "Then perhaps I can offer you something novel, a new twist on a game you clearly enjoy," he murmurs, hand gently strongly the soft flesh just below her belly. 

[Isabela]

Doubt it. "I'd love that."