A Prostitute

She's leaning casually against a wall, looking every passer by up and down with promise, and when she sees you looking, she gives you a saucy wink, and beckons you over with her finger. You approach, stumbling over your feet.

She's an elf of medium height, with a narrow waist and wide hips. Her breasts neither huge nor small, maybe a C cup, though her tight, low-cut bodice serves to accentuate them. She has lightly tanned skin and coppery hair, and looks you up and down as you approach.

"Howdy stranger, what can I do you for?" she asks. "You seem like the kinda guy who needs some company, now and again."

You stumble over your words, not used to being approached quite so boldly or openly. "What are you suggesting exactly?"

She steps in close and whispers in your ear, "I'm suggesting you look lonely, and I'm a woman of negotiable affection. What do you say, want to bring me into the alley over there and negotiate? 50 gold gets you anything you want."

She steps back, then takes two steps from you, towards an alley between buildings, glancing over her shoulder to see if you're following.