Something very far from the concept of "hospitality"...

Step by step along the narrow path, you feel a gentle breeze on your delicate skin...

The anxious gaze of your beautiful large, pinkish eyes scans the area, trying to spot anyone you can talk to.

You seem to notice the vague silhouettes of local residents in the distance among the apple orchards.

There are few of them (less than ten).

The closer you get to the village, the more details of the local buildings your gaze discerns.

These houses seem to be built in an unusual way: it seems as if the trees (along the perimeter of each house) grew out of the soil, their branches intertwined intricately, forming this strange structure.

"There was clearly some magic involved in this construction..." - you think, looking at these houses in amazement. Every step along the path is uncomfortable, as you're completely shoeless (every tiny pebble makes your feet feel uncomfortable).

In fact, you're completely naked right now...

Your long, golden-hued hair (with a few small leaves and a few thorns stuck in it) falls over your narrow, feminine shoulders. Hair fluttering gently in the breeze...

Probably, from the locals' perspective, this sight is extremely indecent and even shocking: a completely naked, dirty, beautiful half-elven girl with large, tempting titties and a round, plump butt is walking along the path to the settlement...

The situation looks even more dubious considering the fact that the dirt covering most of your delicate skin is a mixture of forest soil, grass particles, and the semen of numerous males who recently furiously fucked all three of your depraved holes...

That terrifying ancient forest deity Painal and its satyrs-servants...

What they did to you... it has forever affected your body and soul...

Memories of recent, stunningly obscene and depraved events prompt you to take a break from observing the surroundings. Your graceful palm descends, caressing your thigh...

Even lower...

Your slender fingers gently stroke your labia, which feel a slowly growing sexual arousal and a rush of blood...

It seems that just thinking about that dirty lewd orgy is starting to make you crave the satisfaction of your lust...

Despite the obvious inappropriateness of such actions, your fingers continue to caress your tender cunt.

A little more and you'll have a wet hole between your legs, craving a big, strong man's cock—like a bitch in heat...

Dirty, lustful, kinky, lewd bitchy hole...

The vague echoes of someone's malicious laughter in your mind hint that all such epithets can characterize your personality as a whole...

Your cheeks flush with shame...

Your breathing is ragged, due to mounting sexual arousal...

"Did that orgy really turn me into some pathetic, lascivious animal who can't fully control her own lust?!" - you think, stopping in the middle of the path.

However, these thoughts don't at all encourage you to stop masturbating your lustful cunt...

From a distance, your gaze catches the movement of some vague silhouettes among the village houses (near the shore of a small lake).

Suddenly, a sharp sound reaches your ears!

Pain pierces your right shoulder before you can even process the whistle of an arrow flying past...

You scream and look at the wound in fear. Blood flows copiously down your skin...

With horror, you notice that the metal tip of the arrow, embedded in your flesh, is smeared with some strange, light-greenish liquid...

"What is this?! Poison?!" are the last thoughts that flash through your mind before you collapse helplessly in the grass.

You instantly lose consciousness and no longer notice a group of five locals approaching from the direction of a small elven village.

Three male elves and two female elves.

All of them are dressed in light leather armor and all are armed (bows, quivers full of arrows, light one-handed swords, and daggers).

Their gazes, directed at your **** body, express... a mixture of contempt, indignation, and disgust...

"Vile half-breed... Maybe we should just finish off this carrion and throw the meat to feed the forest animals?" - one of the female elves says, turning to her companions.

One of the three male elves replies: "I understand your indignation, Leani... This mongrel is truly disgusting... A living example of the desecration of elven heritage with the filthy blood of the lowly... However, we must not make such decisions without the sanction of a druid. We must keep this mongrel imprisoned until the venerable Maefotar returns to the village... It won't be long – just a couple of days..."

The elves lift your **** body and carry you towards the village...

Perhaps the substance that entered your bloodstream from the arrow wound was some kind of powerful sleeping pill...

You regain consciousness in the middle of the night...

And you don't realize how much time has passed – a few hours or a day?

Pain...

A glance at your wounded shoulder...

Dried blood...

It seems no one bothered to treat the wound—the elves simply pulled the arrow from your flesh.

It's a good thing the metal of the arrowhead didn't touch the bone.

You look around fearfully - it's dark now, and you need to wait a bit for your vision to adjust to the darkness and make out any silhouettes.

Your fingers trace the walls of the room.

Apparently, you've been locked in some small space.