The lack of staring was profoundly odd; she was a beautiful, tall, a<em>drow</em>upon the surface, and she CLEARLY was a futa, her bosom impressive too.  So... the LACK of staring was odder than most, for many reasons and then some.  Curiously she glanced about, all the hoods, no clear faces... and then there was the prostitute, sexy as she was, she could CLEARLY see her big, thick cock... wow... things had changed in the many years she'd been gone!<br/><br/>But then, once she got to the stone of the fortress itself, things were much odder.  There were only women for one, all of them gorgeous; there was not an ugly woman among them!  Then, so many futas... and none of them really hiding themselves?  She had NEVER seen so many in one place... ever?  As much as she preferred women, she couldn't help but wonder... where were all the men?<br/><br/>Tempting as they were though, her bare feet carried the young fae-drow across the commons, quickly, having taken quite the time to get her by boat.  She really needed to learn how to teleport one of these days... but for now this would do.  Still... she was on the lookout for guards, figuring most of them were male, but given the prevalence of futa...