Faeryl "Fae" Melrae may have been small, even for a drow (though more notably for a female one), but she was not exactly shy. She was but 100 years old - more or less; complicating it would make it complicated - so by this point appeared younger than the person before her, yet as was always the case for elves, she was chronologically far the elder still. She was also the far more naked of the two, having just finished riding silverfang's cock like a rodeo, still able to feel his hot seed up her backdoor. Her cock was half-masted from her own release - which she'd licked all off of Silverfang's chest - and her chest was a lovely elven size and perky. Aside from her chocolatey drow skin and starkly light drow hair in a big, poofy shape, her left arm was obviously prosthetic - not a loss from her recent loss, but something she'd had for years, just far nicer now - and practically a work of art in cybernetic form.<br/><br/>Suffice to say, with all of the pictures she'd seen, and everything she'd heard, and just how cute she was being now... Fae had to say she liked her. She signed for 'laughter' as she bumbled the last 'tease' woth cock. How cute!<br/><br/><You can understand drow sign language, right?> Fae signed, stepping forward to the notably taller woman, more than six feet in height and thus more than a foot her vertically inclined. <You are as cute as I thought you'd be in person. And I like the decisions you did for my arm; it's better than the one I had originally by far!><br/><br/>She stepped right up to her, and held her arms out wide, smiling. Clearly, she was offering a hug to the dragoness, and simultaneously exposing all of her naked glory. She'd have to get some more clothes soon...