Dasille, a haughty and beautiful elf noblewoman

A gorgeous elf maiden stands before you dressed in the form-flattering silks and cinches of a noblewoman. Her cleavage is white and powdered and her silvery hair is piled high on her head and disappears down her back as a thick braid. Her sharp features betray no emotion, but she smiles coldly at you as she looks you up and down.

"Well, not quite so pretty as your illusion downstairs, fake-elf, but you may yet impress me. My name is Dasille. I have never stooped so low to visit this whore house, but I have heard of a very talented girl and I believe you are that girl."

She extends a hand and you take it and lift it to your mouth to give her a polite kiss on her fingers.

"Very good, it's important you show me the proper respect."

She sits atop your bed and smooths her dress.

"Now, why don't you undress so I can judge whether I have wasted my time in coming here."