The elf looked ever so slightly uncomfortable, blinking for a moment, then smiled. Ivy Crimson was beautiful, and her body shapely in ways that nature had never blessed elves in. With vivid green eyes that reflected the light in darkness, Ivy could see in situations that would leave most humans blind, and her features were strange. Her face often seemed slightly too perfect to others, her lips were huge, and her ears swept to gentle tips. The main difference between her and other elves were her hips, waist, and bust. Her hips were much wider than normal for an elf, and her breasts absolutely enormous, verging on an E cup, where most elves were lucky to have a C. Yet with the narrow waist, she had an hourglass figure to die for, and her crimson hair the color of blood hung in ringlets down her back almost to her waist. It was the crimson spiral tattoo behind her right ear that told the truth of things, though. The spiral was well-known to those who had a passing familiarity with genetic slaves. It was the symbol of a slave created by the Inua Corporation, and the crimson color indicated a pleasure slave in particular. As part of her skin's pigmentation, it couldn't be removed without growing back when a slave healed. Besides that, it also had encoded into it her serial number, readily scanned by anyone who had the correct software.<br/><br/>Ivy wore a form-fitting suit of deep blue and black synthleather, and from a utility belt hung a sword hilt and a holster for her energy gun. She wore no jewelry, but she nodded after a moment. Her voice was soft and throaty. "I believe so, Lady Milia. While this isn't my first time on a new world, I certainly hope it won't be as...eventful as the last ones. Do we know anything about this planet?"