Meleth was dressed in a thin green shift, hanging loosely from her well formed body. Her hair was left hanging loose, draping across her back. Or, at least, she appeared to be wearing nothing but the green shift. In reality, the elf's armor was enchanted to be able to take the form of any clothing she desired.<br/><br/>Meleth sipped on her drink, a light thing that wouldn't give more than a small buzz. It wouldn't be good to be drunk while on the job, that's when mistakes happen. The elf would much rather be back at the castle... Or even with the prince. Meleth had grown up in the castle, and that included watching the prince grow from a boy into a young man.<br/><br/>She shook her head, focusing on the job at hand. She noticed the spy entering, her target for the night. The elf shot him a seductive smile and took another, slow, sip of her drink.