Barrus, an ugly elf merchant

You are shocked by the man standing before you. He is short, several inches shorter than you, and wears the puffy finery of an Elohin merchant. What shocks you is not his immense belly or his warty nose or his pock-marked face - you have bedded men as ugly - it's his ears that grab your attention. He is a fat, horrid elf. A true rarity for a race so often born to beauty.

"You look at me like a hound," the merchant says. "I am Barrus, though I am usually called the fat elf or the ugly elf in the markets. No matter, I've made a fortune despite all that and I intend to enjoy spending it."

He plops down on your bed with a creak of the wooden frame.

"You may not be elf-born, but you are a fair enough illusion, my dear. Why don't you show me if the rest of your body matches your gorgeous face."