Matron Rathala is a remarkable dark elf woman. A true giant among her kind, she stands nearly seven feet high, with a body as robust as any orc's. Her long, white hair traces waves down to her butt. Her butt sits atop her legs like a scoop of ice cream about to slip off of its cone. Her legs are just a little too long, and look like they could crack a bowling ball between her thighs.
Her main event, of course, are her breasts. Known throughout the underground as the largest breasts of dark-elfdom, the matron of House Thexis boasts a set of jugs that are each individually as big as a dwarven watermelon. Every other dark elf woman in the city averts her eyes in their presence, partially out of shame of such mammorial magnificence, and partially in deference to the law that nobody is allowed to look directly at Rathala's breasts, clothed or otherwise. Those who sneak a peek are always spotted by her swarm of breast-dwelling spiders, and the consequences are always severe.
Rathala awakens as she always does, face down in a special bed designed to accommodate her legendary assets. She rings her bell, summoning her breast attendants to her side. They come to her naked, save for a blindfold, ready to wash and massage the breast they were assigned to. Nipple polish, cleavage lotion, underboob oil, all of this is applied with a well-practiced hand. When they finish, the breast-dwelling spiders deploy to weave her top into place, and she's ready for the day.
"Done," says Rathala. "You may clothe yourselves, girls."
The matron enjoys pinching the butts of her underlings as they turn to walk away. Both of them were chosen for being relatively large-breasted, just so she could remind them every day that they're falling short of the true gold standard.
"What news?" Rathala asks.
The left-breast attendant is the first to speak up as she shimmies back into her panties. "There's been a disturbance at the academy. Some of our girls ran home in the altogether, telling stories of being forcibly undressed by a rampaging human and his naked dark elf sidekick."
Rathala huffs. "Oh, the problems of the small-breasted ones..."
"Some of the noblewomen are concerned that he's trying to strip the entire female population."
"Meh."
"And the real surprise... About his dark-elf companion..."
"What of her?"
"They say she's Malitiax."
This got Rathala's attention. "Malitiax? Our Malitiax?"
"That's the rumor."
"It can't be. She's been gone for seven years. She must be dead by now."
"Sure, but she was identified by everyone who could have known her..."
"Why would she be back now? Does she want ****? Did she figure out that I sent her on a suicide mission?"
"Well--"
"Silence! I'll hear no more of this nonsense! There's no way my sister has returned!"
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