“A light red wine would be lovely, sir.”  The curvy dark elf gave the butler a cheerful bow, one arm crossing in front of her tiny waist the other behind.<br/><br/>The ebon elfmaid wore her usual adventuring gear—preferring to show up ready for work.  Her sword was across her back, her sword pendant dangled in her cleavage.  A ruby stone was suspended on her brow.  She wore little else beyond thigh high boots and a silvery chainmail bikini top and miniskirt.<br/><br/>She settled daintily into a chair.<br/>