You tell them you are a man.

“Well I suppose I should be honest with all of you. I am an elf not a woman. I am just dressed like this because I didn’t have anything else to wear.”

“No way, you are one of the best looking women I have ever seen.” The man softly fondling himself says.

“Nope, sorry I’m a man like all of you. Now if you don’t mind I will be on my way.”

As you head to the door out of the kitchen you are stopped by a hand on your wrist. “Wait, are you hungry?” One of them asks.

Your stomach grows at the mention of food. “Well actually yes, I am.”

“Then let us fix you a plate, as an apology for being so rude.” The older man says.