Beyond the kitchen, from the servant's quarters, Eshi is limbering up.  Her oil-cloth 'cloak' hung drying with the other servants' things, but she was drawing stares, whispers, and even mutterings from them as they passed by-- it was known that this half-elven girl had been hired by their master, however, and they dare not impede what he wished for his guests.  She wears a dancer's costume of black and red silks wrapped tight to her compact form, and her hair is pinned and braided painstakingly with bright, but cheap, ribbons-- ash-blond, a rare lightness to contradict what look to be dusky features.  Some notice a strange combination of characteristics about the hired dancer... much of her body is revealed by the scant garb, and every inch of it-- supple muscle and long, lean limbs on a small statured young woman... delicately pointed ears hinting at relation to elves in her blood-- is painted with powder and oil to a glistening criss-cross of gray and white-- so little of her skin shows unmarked that it's difficult to tell the true hue of her flesh.<br/><br/>She stretches in what looks nearly impossible fashions as she limbers up, trying hard not to show her self-consciousness.