Very, but in a good way

Silvia trembles, her juicy booty sticking up in the air as she kowtows to her matron.

The woman is impeccably dressed, wearing only the finest Spidersilk robes and the finest jewelry Silvia has ever seen. She is tall for a drow, standing at nearly 6 feet even without the aide of high heeled boots. She is muscular, but not overly so, and is curvy in all the right places. Her breasts are especially impressive for a dark elf, coming in at a C cup (elves in general tended to have slighter builds). She was an older woman (well, middle-aged for a dark elf) but was definitely still 'keeping it tight' as the slaves say.

"F-forgive me matron! I-I-I m-m-meant no disrespect!" Silvia stutters in awe of the most powerful women in her world.

"I expressly forbade you from starting without me!" Declares the imperious woman, with just the slight hint of a... whine(?) in her voice.

Wait... what?

"I'm sorry... Matron?" Expresses an increasingly confused Silvia.

"As you should be slave. Now then, let's get started," the Matron says before opening up a secret door and going in inside.