The plan that was hatched and arranged wouldn't have been something Ven would have engineered on her own--she was more of the 'stalk your prey from afar' type. While she might not have carried the seductive gravity that many of the girls here had, Ven was still quite the looker in her disguise. A green bustier held her amble perky breasts up and put her cleavage on display for the questionable men in the club. The 'skirt' she wore was just the fridges of cloth, there more for trimming--it was so short that it hardly covered anything. It exposed the green silk panties she wore as well as the flesh of her inner thighs. Green stockings clad most of her legs, leading eyes up from her high-heeled feet to the exposed thigh flesh and panties. The whole look made her look like the fantasied version of elves from the forest.<br/><br/>Ven's presence might not have brought all eyes on her, but her ass got its fair share of pinches and grabs from the patrons of the club. She didn't mind, part of her even liked it. A long-lived being doesn't like herself had plenty of time growing up to become comfortable with her sexuality and even took pleasure in bearing it for people to take notice. She had just delivered a table their drinks and was off filling in another order. She looked for her comrade and bumped into her.<br/><br/>"Your uncle has some strange ideas of where to put his niece at to conduct a stake out," the guild enforcer remarked. It was without malice or ill-will, just curiosity.