She saw it all laid out before her.

A crown of roses on her head and a field of smiles behind her.  Holding her hands was a proud half-elf, with a silent little smirk that could light a forest fire.  She grinned up at him in their clearing in the High Forest.  Beside them stood a priestess of Halani Celani clad in white, reciting their vows which they couldn’t hear.  The half-elf’s face was silhouetted by a bright blue sky with a few puffy clouds.

In their minds, they were all alone.  Delia and Aegril, lovers eternal, walked hand in hand through their vineyard.  Fields of grapes to brew the nectar of the gods so strong that a single drop to the tongue was enough to make a maiden giggle.  On that hallowed soil there would be no strife, no suffering, no war, no Thay, no slavery.

All they needed was the alliance of their houses consecrated by their marriage, consented by the union of their lips.

"You may now kiss..."

The priestess of Hanali Celanil was interrupted by the crack of a whip, and Delia’s back arched back to reality.

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DECADENCE.  ELEGANCE.  LUXURY.  INNOCENCE.  ARROGANCE.

Delia stands a few inches shy of five feet, and makes up for the difference in her heels.  Her legs are as long as the distance from her hair to her hips, and oh-so-slender, like lollipop sticks.  Delia’s delightful derrière “pops” out from her legs, like a bubble.  Almost as slender as her legs is her torso, which is either bound up in a constricting corset or bared on display as flat as a board.  Where one sees Delia’s stomach, they also see her underboob, which leads up to her whole bosom!  Said bosom boasts two pleasant tear-shaped breasts of about a B or a C cup, depending on the day.

Above all that lies Delia’s head, at the forefront is her face.  Her face is something wonderous there; with gold-flaked green eyes, a little button nose, and lips painted the same color as the vulvas of the prominent women of Sinfar.  Covering her eyes and resting on said button nose would be her stylish and iconic glasses, which change color to match her clothes.  Her hair has been carefully carved into a pixie cut, which covers her right eye, and is almost as pointy as her dagger ears.

Covering up Delia’s body is a wide array of girly dresses, gowns, robes, and outfits.  Regardless of accessories, the dominant colors of her outfits are always red, purple, or blue, with the only exceptions being black bondage restraints.  Speaking of bondage, the elf’s favorite accessory dangles from the end of a necklace, a talisman of the wicked cat o’ nine tails of Loviatar, and hangs within her cleavage.

Overall, your average little elvish bundle of darkness.