A woman, who before today, was the most feared knight in all the kingdom.

Standing before the drow is a shapely human woman in her underwear.

Her hair is put up in a fussy bun, although a few stray strands have broken free and now hang down past her shoulders.

Her ample breasts are housed in a very expensive-looking but comfortable bra (possibly of gnomish build?).

Below that she wears an intricate leather corset, something even a drow matron could be proud of. Whether she wears it to be fashionable or because she needs it is unclear.

Finally, she looks at the human's panties, and does a double take.

How on earth did she wind up with a pair of black spider silk panties?! I could buy a hundred slaves or more with something like that back in the underdark! They even have an adorable little spider pattern on them to boot! The drow thinks to herself.

Of course those were meant for a stately drow female, (like me!) and not some cow of a human woman, who was clearly going to stretch them out with her fat ass and chubby thighs (by drow standards).

The human woman picks her sword back up, oblivious to her current state of undress.

"Prepare yourself, and let us begin our duel!" Says the human.