In a shady area

Allisa looked around and noticed she was no longer in the army camp, perhaps it was the lack of men in armour patrolling the camp, maybe it was the lack of camp structure as she wonder or perhaps it was the the occasional scantily clad lady of the night that walked by Allisa; hungover and covered fluid and marks. Fortunately it was still early morning, so there was very few people around.

'Oh spirits, to end up here' for obviously reasons, Allisa has never needed to engage in the practise of prostitution. Be it as the prostitute or purchasing the service of one. For Allisa, growing up her parents and fellow elves drove home the point. That sex was solely for reproductive, the elven population has essentially nose drived off a cliff. Allisa had not only a duty to one day unite and lead the remaining elves, drifting around the world but also duty to birth pure elves from her womb. Continuing the last elven royal line.

"Hey Elfie" a voice called out behind her. Allisa turn around to be greeted by quite a sight. A young woman, a prostitute based on her clothing or rather lack of it. Wearing the most revealing and sexual underwear Allisa had ever seen. Her bra had little slits for her nipples to poke of, while her panties were almost see through not leaving much to help imagination

'Oh Spirits, is that cum I see on her thighs?' Allisa questioned in her head, too stunned to speak.

"Like what you see?

'Despite the lewdness of it, I can see it's quite high quality' she thought to herself a little enviously.

'Perhaps it's possible to to acquire some lingerie here' that mysterious voice whispered to her.

"Urm... That's some nice underwear you got?" Allisa pointed out.

"Indeed it is" the prostitute stuck a pose. Proudly displaying her body.

"Where did you get it?"

"Some tailor nearby" was all the whore said.

"Where is this..." Allisa didn't finished her question before being interrupted.

"If you're not gonna pay me, I'm going to find someone who will" with that the prostitute boldly strutted away.

However, just as Allisa was about to continue to walk through the prostitute camp. She was quickly pulled from her thoughts as the unthinkable happened. Her loose barely fitting trousers dropped to her feet. Causing Allisa to trip and fall face first into the muddy ground.

'Hahahahahahaahha' the voice in her head laughed at the situation she was in. But she paid it no mind as after a moment of being stunned she quickly got back up and pulled her trousers up. She looked around to see if anyone had seen, but though her face was caked in mud and her clothes now filthy and dirty. Allisa appeared to be lucky that nobody was over.

As she started to continue walking, still covered in mud. "You there! Elf lady! The one tripped over!" A voice called out, Allisa looked around here to see who was calling her out. A greasy weaselly man standing in front of a small tent, gesturing for her to come over to him.