"Half-drow." Chess corrects, still smiling, but wanted to make that part perfectly clear.<br/><br/>The tale she hears is... interesting.  A halfling female lesbian... 'raised' into the body of a male elf?  Quite a tale... especially since such magic would have to be<em>horribly</em>messed up for such a thing to happen... and yet there seemed to be no falsity in the 'woman's' words.  So it was a woman... but the body of a man, no matter how feminine... would she make an exception for him/her?  Glancing around to ensure nobody else was there, Chess sat down next to the man/woman, crossed her legs even as a good deal of her thigh and buttocks was exposed, and addressed the man/woman once more.<br/><br/>"Tell me what sort of things you would like from me, should I agree to this." Chess asked, politely, still considering everything before committing to this "Specific I mean.  How you wish to be taken, where you wish to 'put it,' if I may be so blunt, how long, do you wish to 'receive' as well... I'm still evaluating whether or not I'm willing, mind you..."