Behold in all her glory, The Elf.

She was bound up in dress that went from neck to feet, but only the finest of silks could constrict this lass.  It left everything up to the imagination, as nothing but her powdered face was on display.  What a face it was though; golden eyes sat atop high cheekbones, with a cute little button nose and a delicate, painted lip.  Her face was framed by raven locks, a picture of beauty locked in place by ebony waves.

Even though little skin is shown, there's still plenty to chew on.  Her dresses showed off the stereotypical grace and litheness for which elves were known; kept thin by only the tightest of corsets, a delicate cleavage could hide beneath the confines of her top, while all the curves a man/woman/tentacle demon salivates over lurked just beneath the ruffles and frills.  High heels quietly click-clacked from beneath her endless skirt.  

She was no damsel in distress, however.  Axes worn on the sashes of her frocks implied that this girl was armed and ready to defend her Mistress at any moment.

Lights?
White lights:  Hugging, exploring your yellow lights, active submissives
Greens:  a lot
Yellow:  toxic masculinity
Red:  AI-generated portraits, graphic suicide scenes, the F word (no, the other one), big chungus, albino orcs, multiboxing