Marcia had none of the daintiness that Mandy did as she strolled into the barn. She'd been looking for something quick and easy, though the atmosphere here wasn't too bad. Being of a different race had its perks, she didn't need to worry about cross-breeding, even if the notoriously poor elven fertility would have decided otherwise.<br/><br/>The elf started shrugging off her armor and carefully placing it on the table. Each bit took some time given how much she had on and they weren't exactly movements that would make a good show so she moved as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>In the end Marcia was left in an undershirt that clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. The elf's breasts and ass were much larger than her armored form implied and soft scar lines traced over her form. Even so she was still in excellent shape and looked over her companions with an appraising eye as she sat down.A soft grin came over her face at their appearance.