As the ship sailed off, the tall, dark-skinned woman hummed a strange tune to herself, the sun caressing her long, knee-length hair currently in a braid behind her.  She needed a bath after so long at the salt-filled sea, that and with all the sweat and other fluids that had graced her body over that time.  As a proper fae-drow, she wished to 'relieve' the crew when given the chance, but none took up the offer, strangely enough (and she certainly made it).  They did seem more anxious and even less interested in 'relaxing' with her as they got closer to this land.  Why?  She wasn't sure, but she suspected that prophet or whatever it was was the reason for it...<br/><br/>Still, Lualin'wiira Auvryett'viir - used to being called Lualin by most mere mortals - had to be here; the king wished for just her - for whatever reason only here - to come back.  Who was she to deny the powerful king?  Well, she was still Lualin either way, but she had no reason to deny the man; she had finished his last minute, paid half up front, and could expect the rest coming soon.  Guess she'd get her part early.<br/><br/>First things first though, as the tall, toned and muscular woman made her way down the dock, her bare feet padding softly against the wood as her hips swayed, her heavy bosom swaying unrestrained as well, it was off to the castle visible tall in the distance.  King calls, you're supposed to answer; she'd get a bath in later, when she got a chance to swap out her clothing; it needed a wash too.  Her clothing, as it was, was the sheerest of steel-strong spidersilk, a gift from her lovely mother, a sleeveless robe with a positively PLUNGING neckline and high collar, a couple frog-ties in front holding it together, slits up the sides, front, and back letting her move.  White as it was, her dark skin was quite obvious, even her ebony nipples upon black skin stood out, meaning the dark swaying mass between her legs was obscured, but not outright discernable.  Slung over her back was her weapon, in the name of her mother Eilistraee, the Dark Maiden, a bastard sword of the finest quality, which she caressed the handle of as she moved forward into town.<br/><br/>Making her way forward, humming a nymph-ish tune, her violet, elated eyes and elongated - compared to a drow even - ears twitching a tad to acclimate to the sounds of the city, Lualin made her way to see the King, sure to turn all the heads of men, women, and futas as she passed through the districts of town...