An lithe high elf mage

As you walk down your grand staircase you find a blonde high elf mage standing in the middle of your house wearing an ornate red dress with her bare legs sticking out the sides with elegant red heels. She stands at about your average height and has a body you desire to capture for later breeding watching her childbearing hips sway jiggling her fair sized E-cups

Elf mage: “ive come to challenge you. Ive heard that you are one of the most powerful mages in town and even defeated their greatest warrior. I wish to duel you and if i win you must teach me all you know.”

*and if i win?* you watch her blink a little disoriented by your psychic speech

Elf mage: “would you need terms at that point?”

*fair enough...*

You back to one end of the room watching her go to the other as you ready yourself for the battle. She initiates flinging fireballs at you with little effect on your eldritch enchanted body bursting into smoke upon impact. She arcs her fingers connecting lightning to you but before it can to any real damage you jam your tendrils into the ground evacuating the current. She looks woried and summons a large monstrous bipedal demon who takes one look at you as if seeing something noone else does before sitting on your stairwell looking at the elf saying “fuck that...” gesturing to you matter of factly. You begin taking steps toward the now scared elf who is attracting the marble of your floors to her body as armor backing up as you approach her spreading your hands as the stone seperates from her floating eerily still in the air as you wrap your tendrils around the ignorant elfs ankles watching the terror in her eyes as she realizes that she is grossly outmatched here futily trying to burn your face with pure magic in her hands as you stroke a hand down her tearful cheek relishing the tingle of energy.