<div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/zMDwCgF.jpg)</div><br/>All things considered, Seraya was a fairly small town, comfortably-sized enough for a budding, wannabe thief to choose as her mark and certainly far larger than the tribelands in the Northern Steppes where the heroine of our story had come from. The town itself was home to around a thousand people, with a few hundred more living outside its walls, taking care of the agricultural and pastoral industries. It was ruled over peacefully by Lord Arthur Gant, and had been for several decades now, for the old Lord was now in his fifties, and rumored to be a fierce warrior in his prime, handsome and strong.<br/><br/>Being one of the first few places that bordered the frigid Northern Steppes, the weather year round in Seraya was pretty cold as well, rising to just about average during the summer months and falling far below during winter.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/OslPhsU.png)</div>Paine's act was certainly a hit, for while lewdity, like in most parts of this world, was fairly common place, it was rare that it came from a being of such beauty instead of the usual plain townfolk that seemed to inhabit the place. Unknown to Paine, at that moment, there was a stranger about a hundred feet away, standing in an alleyway, leaning against a building and watching the Goliath woman shimmy and shake and occasionally relieving an unsuspecting townfolk of their money.<br/><br/>The stranger was a dark elf, a drow as some had called. Decades ago, the drow might've been like the goblin or orcs, a race that was hated and primarily killed on sight, but ever since lewd acts were becoming more increasingly welcome in the world, the sensual drow race became more and more welcome over time as wonderful lovers. Regardless, this drow would keep her eyes fixed on the Goliath, watching and observing her every movement until their eyes would eventually meet.<br/><br/>Once it does, the drow would jerk her head in a gesture to be interpreted as "Get over here." Assuming the Goliath would take her up on her invitation, Paine would see the dusky, light purple elf, clad in red silks that matched her eyes, a conspicuous bulge beneath the silks. "I see you are good with your hands. But how good are you in bed, exactly?" She would ask, making her point right away without beating round the bush.