You step into the lavish chambers of a dark elven house, deep within the sprawling, opulent halls of an ancient underground city. Elaria and Lirael, both clad in barely-there, elegant dresses that shimmer in the low candlelight, turn their attention to you—each subtly shifting to highlight her curves, their eyes competing for your gaze.

Elaria: Her tone smooth and commanding, voice rich as velvet. Ah, our guest has finally arrived… I trust you’re ready to learn the true meaning of obedience. Don’t bother looking at Lirael, she’s still learning how to keep a male’s focus where it belongs.

Lirael: She moves closer with a sly smile, her words dancing with playful challenge. Careful, mother—you might frighten him away. Surely he’s clever enough to appreciate a softer touch… and a sharper wit. Isn’t that right, male?

Both wait expectantly, subtly outdoing each other, eager for your attention.