<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/42ada9a315e4e96568a6eec853cc9af0.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Ebony_Elfmaid.png)</div><strong>Chocolate</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337106.msg16058615#msg16058615)<br/><br/>Kesha had been working on her makeup for a good while.  Anyone who thought drow were intended to look like humans of African descent had never been the second and done a before and after with the first.  Bobby pins and a hair net put her normal hair up to be covered by a snow white wig, worked into a tail to fall to mid back.  Full body makeup that didn't smear when she sweat was expensive.  The base was obsidian ,but carefully applied accents of dark purple and gray turned a creature of darkness into shadow made flesh and blood.  Ruby red contacts.  Long, silky white wig—straight smooth hair.  Soft white tattoos.  Then a costume of white drapes gloves, and stockings that left just enough to the imagination to set it ablaze...<br/><br/>*   *   *<br/><br/>The ebony elfmaid strode quietly into the bar, slapping her coiled whip against her palm.  She moved quietly among the player with a smug smirk on her face.  When she passed one of the new guys—his name was Henry though she didn't now it—she drew the silken coil up his arm.<br/><br/>“Hmm...  A trio of bold blades thinks to dare my dungeon?  This should prove amusing.  Come this way..  The Dungeon Master is waiting.”