An ebony elfmaid padded down the stairs in high buckskin boots, a mithral chainmail bikini and matching miniskirt.  She had a haversack strap over one shoulder and an apron folded over one arm.  Noting the beginnings of an orgy of girlflesh behind the bar, she rolled her eyes and inquired, “Are you girls at it again?”  In spite of her words, her ruby eyes danced.<br/><br/>“Really, if you keep this up I’m going to get stuck doing all the work again.”  Purple lips pouted, “I want to cook sometime, and play and dance for the customers.  You always stick me waiting tables.”<br/><br/>The dark elf girl brushed her lips playfully over Ariana’s, then Alana’s, and leaned against the bar opposite them and peeked down at the letter.  “Ooh, do we have a real job?” she inquired, tensing her back to make sure the bastard sword sheathed there was still handy.<br/><br/>Her name was Viralae Queanya.  Despite her race’s well deserved reputation, she was a pure hearted and sweet girl.  (It was also whispered that—despite her preferred outfits—she was pure in other ways as well…)<br/>