The Elf Teenager

You couldn't help your eyes from lingering on the girl standing in the clean alleyway between two buildings. With so much depravity and naked flesh on display, the novelty of a conservatively dressed elf drew your attention.

She was short, barely up to the middle of your chest. Her torso and legs were clad in a well-made red linen coat with a hood pulled up high. The coat was tight against her ample chest and fell down loose to her ankles. There was a slit that raised up to mid-thigh, exposing some meaty thighs. Her two slender arms held a large woven basket filled with flowers hanging between the two of them. You didn't recognize some of them. The little bit of blonde hair that emerged from her hood covered her eyes in bangs so that you couldn't see her eyes. Her lips were strawberry and turned up in a nervous frown. As you looked she darted her head back and forth as each human passed by her.

You cross the distance to her side of the street and approached her. She cowered away from you, a cute "eep" pushing past her lips as she brought her basket up to defend against a blow that never came. She slowly brought her basket down to look at you from behind it, taking you in. You saw the hint of orange eyes.

"I-I-I'm sorry master," she stammered. "It's my f-first day. Um, Would you like a flower, sir? Just one copper."