A devious dark elf!

Standing only a few feet away from Hilda is a dark elf!

She's about 4' 10" tall, dressed completely in black, billowy robes that completely obscures her, other than her face. She appears to have no weapon, but is leaning on what appears to be a cane, or walking stick.

The humiliated human squeaks in shame as she jumps to her feet, her hands covering her breasts and leaky love hole.

"Tell me slave, where is your master?" The dark elf asks, as she walks closer to the trembling knight.

The nude noble feels her face getting hot as she stutters a response.

"She's... I mean... I-I'm not a slave!" Hilda stammers, but the elf is having none of it.

"Of course you are!" The drow says as she playfully slaps Hilda's ass. "Why else would you be out here all alone? And looking like that? Hmmm?"

Hilda nervously gulps as her mouth gets as dry as the desert.

I-I can't tell her the truth! Besides, drow are dangerous! I need to get away from her before something else happens!

"I... uh... I..." Hilda says as her needs start to shake and her heart beats faster.

"Yes...?" The drow asks, a grin spreading across her face.